Love Alone Is Capable Of Uniting Living

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

The Truth Is, Indeed, That Love Is The Threshold Of Another Universe.

Growing Old Is Like Being Increasingly Penalized For A Crime You Haven't Committed.

Specialisation Paralyses, Ultra-specialisation Kills. Palaeontology Is Littered With Such Catastrophes.

And Now, As A Germination Of Planetary Dimensions, Comes The Thinking Layer Which Over Its Full Extent Develops And Intertwines Its Fibres, Not To Confuse And Neutralise Them But To Reinforce Them In The Living Unity Of A Single Tissue.