Now you know why Deuce of Clubs emanates from the heart of the desert. Our sciences, mathematics, astronomy and chemistry, had their beginnings in a desert land. Our alphabet and even the major religions of the west were born in desert regions. So, there must be something about desert life that is conducive to cerebral activity, a stimulant to thinking on the part of man. Maybe it is the broad horizons, the silent solitude of big, open spaces, the enormous starry night sky that stimulates expansive thinking or creates big ideas.
Cities are an abomination.
Smog and jangle and noise and traffic collisions and frantic speed are a greater hazard to health and sanity than atomic fallout. The casualties are just as dead as from war. Science is working on a gimmick that fits in the arm pit to oxygenate the blood from air in the water for long periods without having to breath under water. My human ego leads me to hope that man will be guided away from destruction, to living in a harmonious balance with Nature and himself. The ancient philosophers predicted that this state of being would come, about the equivalent of our year 2000.