You Are Never Bereft Of

Believe, Then, That You Are A Being Unlimited By Nature, Born Into Flesh To Materialize As Best You Can The Great Joy And Spontaneity Of Your Nature.

The Self...can Split Off From Itself Without Being Less. You Are Not A Mini Self, An Adjunct To Some Super-being, Never To Share Fully In Its Reality... You Are That Superself Looking Out Through Only One Eye, Or Using Just One Finger.

The Detective And His Criminal Wear Versions Of The Same Mask.

The Point Of Power Is In The Present.

If It Is Finally Accepted That The Personality In Whole Or Part Survives Death - And I Believe That It Will Be - Then Such A Belief Will Be Considered As Modern As A Belief In Spaceships And Rockets.