Without power, knowledge is useless. without knowledge, faith is tyranny. Without understanding, humanity is blind, and without all four, it is doomed.
The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. . . . The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.