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One Should Hallow All That One Does In One's Natural Life. One Eats In Holiness, Tastes The Taste Of Food In Holiness, And The Table Becomes An Altar. One Works In Holiness, And Raises Up The Sparks Which Hide Themselves In All Tools. One Walks In Holiness Across The Fields, And The Soft Songs Of All Herbs, Which They Voice To God, Enter Into The Song Of Our Soul.

No Purpose Intervenes Between I And You, No Greed And No Anticipation; And Longing Itself Is Changed As It Plunges From The Dream Into Appearance. Every Means Is An Obstacle. Only Where All Means Have Disintegrated Encounters Occur.

What Has To Be Given Up Is Not The I, As Most Mystics Suppose: This I Is Indispensable For Any Relationship, Including The Highest, Which Always Presupposes An I And You.

God Dwells Wherever Man Lets Him In.

The Real Struggle Is Not Between East And West, Or Capitalism And Communism, But Between Education And Propaganda.