A Coat
A Wall
The Tables
I looked over all that I wrote down yesterday and I find that my descriptions are not sufficiently clear. That is， everything would undoubtedly be clear to one of us， but who knows to whom my Integral will someday bring these records？ Perhaps you， like our ancestors， have read the great book of civilization only up to the page of nine hundred years ago. Perhaps you don"t know even such elementary things as the Hour Tables， Personal Hours， Maternal Norm， Green Wall， Well-Doer. It seems droll to me， and at the same time it is very difficult to explain these things. It is as though， let us say， a writer of the twentieth century should start to explain in his novel such words as coat， apartment， wife. Yet if his novel had been translated for primitive races， how could he have avoided explaining what a coat meant？ I am sure that the primitive man would look at a coat and think， "What is this for？ It is only a burden， an unnecessary burden." I am sure that you will feel the same， if I tell you that not one of us has ever stepped beyond the Green Wall since the Two Hundred Years" War.
But， dear readers， you must think， at least a little. It helps.
It is clear that the history of mankind， as far as our knowledge goes， is a history of the transition from nomadic forms to more sedentary ones. Does it not follow that the most sedentary form of life （ours） is at the same time the most perfect one？ There was a time when people rushed from one end of the earth to another， but this was the prehistoric time when such things as nations， wars， commerce， different discoveries of different Americas still existed. Who has need of these things now？
I admit that humanity acquired this habit of a sedentary form of life not without difficulty and not all at once. When the Two Hundred Years" War had destroyed all the roads， which later were overgrown with grass， it was probably very difficult at first. It must have seemed uncomfortable to live in cities which were cut off from each other by green debris. But what of it？ Man soon after he lost his tail probably did not learn at once how to chase away flies without its help. I am almost sure that at first he was even lonesome without his tail； but now， can you imagine yourself with a tail？ Or can you imagine yourself walking in the street naked， without clothes？ （It is possible you go without clothes still.） Here we have the same case. I cannot imagine a city which is not surrounded by a Green Wall； I cannot imagine a life which is not surrounded by the figures of our Tables.
Tables...Now even， purple figures look at me austerely yet kindly from the golden background of the wall. Involuntarily I am reminded of the thing which was called by the ancients "Sainted Image，" and I feel a desire to compose verses， or prayers， which are the same. Oh， why am I not a poet， so as to be able to glorify the Tables properly， the heart and pulse of the United State！
All of us and perhaps all of you read in childhood， while in school， that greatest of all monuments of ancient literature， the Official Railroad Guide. But if you compare this with the Tables， you will see side by side graphite and diamonds. Both are the same， carbon. But how eternal， transparent， how shining the diamond！ Who does not lose his breath when he runs through the pages of the Guide？ The Tables transformed each one of us， actually， into a six—wheeled steel hero of a great poem. Every morning， with six—wheeled precision， at the same hour， at the same minute， we wake up， millions of us at once. At the very same hour， millions like one， we begin our work， and millions like one， we finish it. United into a single body with a million hands， at the very same sec— ond， designated by the Tables， we carry the spoons to our mouths； at the same second we all go out to walk， go to the auditorium， to the halls for the Taylor exercises， and then to bed.
