The Tradition Of The Camp

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.

Nothing Can Doom Man But The Belief In Doom, For This Prevents The Movement Of Return.

As I Actualize, I Uncover.

Religion Means Goal And Way, Politics Implies End And Means. The Political End Is Recognizable By The Fact That It May Be Attained--in Success--and Its Attainment Is Historically Recorded. The Religious Goal Remains, Even In Man's Highest Experiences, That Which Simply Provides Direction On The Mortal Way; It Never Enters Into Historical Consummation.

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.