As I Actualize, I Uncover.

But It Can Also Happen, If Will And Grace Are Joined, That As I Contemplate The Tree I Am Drawn Into A Relation, And The Tree Ceases To Be An It. . . . Does The Tree Then Have Consciousness, Similar To Our Own? I Have No Experience Of That. But Thinking That You Have Brought This Off In Your Own Case, Must You Again Divide The Indivisible? What I Encounter Is Neither The Soul Of A Tree Nor A Dryad, But The Tree Itself.

Power Abdicates Only Under The Stress Of Counter-power.

One Cannot In The Nature Of Things Expect A Little Tree That Has Been Turned Into A Club To Put Forth Leaves.

Every Morning, I Shall Concern Myself Anew About The Boundary, Between The Love-deed-yes And The Power-deed-no, And Pressing Forward Honor Reality. We Cannot Avoid, Using Power, Cannot Escape The Compulsion, To Afflict The World, So Let Us, Cautious In Diction, And Mighty In Contradiction, Love Powerfully.

When Two People Relate To Each Other Authentically And Humanly, God Is The Electricity That Surges Between Them.