By: Julian Huxley
To what end did all this power serve?
We had prepared for ourselves a sort of tin pulpit…
This was the first real beginning of the superconsciousness.
“I am not quite sure whether I want to escape or not.”
Not a necropolis, but a histopolis.
“I should call this the Institute of Religious Tissue Culture.”
Why not take the opportunity of doing a little research work?
“We can render visible the blood’s hidden nature and reality.”
My God, what a crowd!