He That Will Believe Only What He

Faith Has Need Of The Whole Truth.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.

We Have Only To Believe. And The More Threatening And Irreducible Reality Appears, The More Firmly And Desperately We Must Believe. Then, Little By Little, We Shall See The Universal Horror Unbend, And Then Smile Upon Us, And Then Take Us In Its More Than Human Arms.

Each Element Of The Cosmos Is Positively Woven From All The Others...the Universe Holds Together, And Only One Way Of Considering It Is Really Possible, That Is, To Take It As A Whole, In One Piece.

Blessed Be You, Mighty Matter, Irresistible March Of Evolution, Reality Ever Newborn; You Who, By Constantly Shattering Our Mental Categories, Force Us To Go Ever Further And Further In Our Pursuit Of The Truth.