We may eventually be bound not to disturb a man's mind even by argument; not to disturb the sleep of birds even by coughing.

The ultimate apotheosis would appear to be that of a man sitting quite still, not daring to stir for fear of disturbing a fly, nor to eat for fear of incommoding a microbe.

To so crude a consummation as that we might perhaps unconsciously drift.

But do we want so crude a consummation?
Similarly, we might unconsciously evolve along the opposite or Nietzscheian line of development--superman crushing superman in one tower of tyrants until the universe is smashed up for fun.

But do we want the universe smashed up for fun?
Is it not quite clear that what we really hope for is one particular management and proposition of these two things; a certain amount of restraint and respect, a certain amount of energy and mastery.