We Simply Need To Believe

A Way Of Life That Keeps Saying 'around The Next Corner, Above The Next Step,' Works Against The Natural Order Of Things And Makes It So Difficult To Be Happy And Good.

But Down Through The Centuries, Man Has Developed A Mind That Separates Him From The World Of Reality, The World Of Natural Laws. This Mind Tries Too Hard, Wears Itself Out, And Ends Up Weak And Sloppy. Such A Mind, Even If Of High Intelligence, Is Inefficient. It Drives Down The Street In A Fast-moving Car And Thinks Its At The Store, Going Over A Grocery List. Then It Wonders Why Accidents Occur.

Reality Is What One Makes It. And The More Negative Reality One Nurtures And Creates, The More Of It One Has.

Many People Are Afraid Of Emptiness, However, Because It Reminds Them Of Loneliness. Everything Has To Be Filled In, It Seems-appointment Books, Hillsides, Vacant Lots-but When All The Spaces Are Filled, The Loneliness Really Begins. Then The Groups Are Joined, The Classes Are Signed Up For, And The Gift-to-yourself Items Are Bought. When The Loneliness Starts Creeping In The Door, The Television Set Is Turned On To Make It Go Away. But It Doesn't Go Away. So Some Of Us Do Instead, And After Discarding The Emptiness Of The Big Congested Mess, We Discover The Fullness Of Nothing.

The Urge To Grow And Develop, Present In All Forms Of Life, Becomes Perverted In The Bisy Backson's Mind Into A Constant Struggle To Change Everything (the Bulldozer Backson) And Everyone (the Bigoted Backson) Else But Himself, And Interfere With Things He Has No Business Interfering With, Including Practically Every Form Of Life On Earth.