Couldn't be much saner (or clearer) I wot, but then I read == I elite (oft pronounced as "e-light" by those who disdain the very thought of Thinking.
Reminds me that another wide-ranging writer (also sci-fi, but other genres too) was an effective iconoclast:

Philip Wylie. Probably his Generation of Vipers, wherein he coined the term Momism, will be the first association most people have (if they have any at all.)

Wiki http://en.wikipedia....wiki/Philip_Wylie

A writer of fiction and nonfiction, his output included hundreds of short stories, articles, serials, syndicated newspaper columns, novels, and works of social criticism. He also wrote screenplays while in Hollywood, was an editor for Farrar & Rinehart, served on the Dade County, Florida Defense Council, was a director of the Lerner Marine Laboratory, and at one time was an adviser to the chairman of the Joint Congressional Committee for Atomic Energy which led to the creation of the Atomic Energy Commission.[1] Most of his major writings contain critical, though often philosophical, views on man and society as a result of his studies and interest in psychology, biology, ethnology, and physics. Over nine movies were made from novels or stories by Wylie. He sold the rights for two others that were never produced.

His wide range of interests defies easy classification but his earliest books exercised great influence in twentieth-century science fiction pulp magazines and comic books:

Gladiator (1930) partially inspired the comic-book character Superman.
The Savage Gentleman (1932) may have had some inspiration on the pulp-fiction character Doc Savage.
When Worlds Collide (1933), co-written with Edwin Balmer, inspired Alex Raymond's comic strip Flash Gordon, as well as being adapted as a 1951 film by producer George Pal.
He applied engineering principles and the scientific method quite broadly in his work. His novel The Disappearance (1951) is about what happens when everyone wakes up one day and finds that all members of the opposite sex are missing (all the men have to get along without women, and vice versa). The book delves into the double standards between men and women that existed prior the woman's movement of the 1970s, exploring the nature of the relationship between men and women and the issues of women's rights and homosexuality. Many people at the time considered it as relevant to science fiction as his Experiment in Crime.

During World War II, writing The Paradise Crater (1945) resulted in his house arrest by the federal government; in it, he described a post-WWII 1965 Nazi conspiracy to develop and use uranium-237 bombs,[2] months before the first successful atomic test at Alamagordo – the most highly classified secret of the war.[3] His nonfiction book of essays, Generation of Vipers (1942), was a best-seller during the 1940s and inspired the term "Momism". Some people have accused Generation of Vipers of being misogynistic. The Disappearance shows his thinking on the subject is very complex.

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Both have a message to be spread around.
Pretty interesting pedigree, eh? Talkin about U-237 [a rather ho-hum beta, gamma emitter] "occurred to him" so near to Alamogordo.
What did he Know and when did he.. ....

And to be the Father of Superman, inspire Flash Gordon..
At least 'Momism' stirred the pot, though clearly few were ready to entertain the implications. In 1942.
Unclear if Asimov's Point ever got past those 'elites'-who-read and into whatever oxygen isotope reaches the mouth-breathers who forever disdain that egghead stuff.

Great! that some young'uns will pay sufficient attention to the myths they've been fed, when exposed to the thought that: 'they bloody-well should!'
Luck with that; I rarely encounter (in these parts) any of the inquisitive sort, alas.
(I always await, First: a Question being asked.. otherwise it's just preaching, etc. Save breath.)

Had a chance once to give a copy of Lightning Calculus to a grocery checker who had revealed a math hint.. sometimes you win one.
So many promising seeds going unwatered, immersed in Murican Idle noise ... as the little grey cells wither in infancy.