No Limits Are Set To

Let Us, Cautious In Diction, And Mighty In Contradiction, Love Powerfully.

When I Confront A Human Being As My Thou And Speak The Basic Word I-thou To Him, Then He Is No Thing Among Things Nor Does He Consist Of Things. He Is No Longer He Or She, A Dot In The World Grid Of Space And Time, Nor A Condition To Be Experienced And Described, A Loose Bundle Of Named Qualities. Neighborless And Seamless, He Is Thou And Fills The Firmament. Not As If There Were Nothing But He; But Everything Else Lives In His Light.

The World Is Not Divine Sport, It Is Divine Destiny. There Is A Divine Meaning Of The World, Of Man, Of Human Persons, Of You And Me.

When A Man Grows Aware Of A New Way In Which To Serve God, He Should Carry It Around With Him Secretly, And Without Uttering It, For Nine Months, As Though He Were Pregnant With It, And Let Others Know Of It Only At The End Of That Time, As Though It Were A Birth.

We Should Also Pray For The Wicked Among The Peoples Of The World; We Should Love Them Too.