The practical as a frozen likeness of the real is obsolescence. As the universe is structure, the purpose of life is to take hold of it and help it to find its meaning, its form. That which can be described can become obsolete. The disheartening slowness of any progress toward freedom from need is mainly fruit of a greed out of proportion to any justifiable fear of insecurity. What we need is that in-between structural system by which nature itself is filtered and molded in forms more apt to carry the extreme valence of contemporary man.
Science rejects the non-rational as unreal.
In doing so, she puts herself in a position of non-competence in all those fields or things that through existing, inasmuch as they modify the real, do not avail themselves of any computation or any methodological inquiry. Life is a study of the improbable, not the statistically average. Nothing is purer than sterility and simpler than death.