When Everything Is Lost, And

There Is No Greater Privilege In Life Than Being Yourself.

What Am I? Am I The Bulb That Carries The Light, Or Am I The Light Of Which The Bulb Is A Vehicle?

We Are The Consciousness Of The Earth. We Are The Eyes Of The Earth. The Voice Of The Earth.

You Must Have A Room, Or A Certain Hour Or So A Day, Where You Don’t Know What Was In The Newspapers That Morning, You Don’t Know Who Your Friends Are, You Don’t Know What You Owe Anybody, You Don’t Know What Anybody Owes To You. This Is A Place Where You Can Simply Experience And Bring Forth What You Are And What You Might Be. This Is The Place Of Creative Incubation. At First You May Find That Nothing Happens There. But If You Have A Sacred Place And Use It, Something Eventually Will Happen.

Where There Is A Way Or Path, It Is Someone Else's. Each Of Us Has To Find His Own Way.