Love Is The Internal, Affectively

A Breeze Passes In The Night. When Did It Spring Up? Whence Does It Come? Whither Is It Going? No Man Knows.

The Task For Us Now, If We Are To Survive, Is To Build The Earth.

Faith Has Need Of The Whole Truth.

Since Once Again, O Lord, In The Steppes Of Asia, I Have No Bread, No Wine, No Altar, I Will Raise Myself Above Those Symbols To The Pure Majesty Of Reality, And I Will Offer To You, I, Your Priest, Upon The Altar Of The Entire Earth, The Labor And The Suffering Of The World.

So Many Things Which Once Had Distressed Or Revolted Him — The Speeches And Pronouncements Of The Learned, Their Assertions And Their Prohibitions, Their Refusal To Allow The Universe To Move — All Seemed To Him Now Merely Ridiculous, Non-existent, Compared With The Majestic Reality, The Flood Of Energy, Which Now Revealed Itself To Him: Omnipresent, Unalterable In Its Truth, Relentless In Its Development, Untouchable In Its Serenity, Maternal And Unfailing In Its Protectiveness.