What kind of world does the humanitarian contemplate as affording him full scope? It could only be a world filled with breadlines and hospitals, in which nobody retained the natural power of a human being to help himself or to resist having things done to him. And that is precisely the world that the humanitarian arranges when he gets his way.
There's the caveman in us. The caveman in you says, "I want direct contact. I don't want a picture. " The caveman in our body says once in a while, we have to go outside. We have to meet real people, talk to real people, and do real things.