We Are Collaborators In Creation.

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

Our Duty, As Men And Women, Is To Proceed As If Limits To Our Ability Did Not Exist. We Are Collaborators In Creation.

The End Of The World: The Wholesale Internal Introversion Upon Itself Of The Noosphere, Which Has Simultaneously Reached The Uttermost Limit Of Its Complexity And Its Centrality . . . The Overthrow Of Equilibrium, Detaching The Mind, Furfilled At Last, From Its Material Matrix, So That It Will Henceforth Rest With All Its Weight On God-omega . . . Critical Point Simultaneously Of Emergence And Emersion, Of Maturation And Evasion.

The Whole Life Lies In The Verb Seeing.

Love Is The Most Universal, The Most Tremendous And The Most Mysterious Of The Cosmic Forces.