a day will come when we are to use our physical powers, simply to sustain the dying universe. when all the natural resources are drained, even when many of our race still exist, the only way for our survival will be the hands that we now use to raise above our heads at the time of uttering slogans. once, these hands paved the way to sow the seeds of our civilization, to water it when the twigs sprouted, and again it will save us when the world is in utter peril. say. these are the hands of men. it will never permit the world to perish. we will live. we will live
