Joy Is The Infallible Sign

The World Is Round So That Friendship May Encircle It.

The End Of The World: The Wholesale Internal Introversion Upon Itself Of The Noosphere, Which Has Simultaneously Reached The Uttermost Limit Of Its Complexity And Its Centrality . . . The Overthrow Of Equilibrium, Detaching The Mind, Furfilled At Last, From Its Material Matrix, So That It Will Henceforth Rest With All Its Weight On God-omega . . . Critical Point Simultaneously Of Emergence And Emersion, Of Maturation And Evasion.

Man Only Progresses By Slowly Elaborating From Age To Age The Essence And The Totality Of A Universe Deposited Within Him.

Instead Of Standing On The Shore And Proving To Ourselves That The Ocean Cannot Carry Us, Let Us Venture On Its Waters Just To See.

The World, This Palpable World, Which We Were Wont To Treat With The Boredom And Disrespect With Which We Habitually Regard Places With No Sacred Association For Us, Is In Truth A Holy Place, And We Did Not Know It. Venite, Adoremus.