Creation Is Not A Hurdle On The

Mundus Vult Decipi: The World Wants To Be Deceived.

When I Confront A Human Being As My Thou And Speak The Basic Word I-thou To Him, Then He Is No Thing Among Things Nor Does He Consist Of Things. He Is No Longer He Or She, A Dot In The World Grid Of Space And Time, Nor A Condition To Be Experienced And Described, A Loose Bundle Of Named Qualities. Neighborless And Seamless, He Is Thou And Fills The Firmament. Not As If There Were Nothing But He; But Everything Else Lives In His Light.

When A Man Grows Aware Of A New Way In Which To Serve God, He Should Carry It Around With Him Secretly, And Without Uttering It, For Nine Months, As Though He Were Pregnant With It, And Let Others Know Of It Only At The End Of That Time, As Though It Were A Birth.

There Is No Room For God In Him Who Is Full Of Himself.

Play Is The Exultation Of The Possible.