Joy Is The Infallible Sign Of The

So Many Things Which Once Had Distressed Or Revolted Him — The Speeches And Pronouncements Of The Learned, Their Assertions And Their Prohibitions, Their Refusal To Allow The Universe To Move — All Seemed To Him Now Merely Ridiculous, Non-existent, Compared With The Majestic Reality, The Flood Of Energy, Which Now Revealed Itself To Him: Omnipresent, Unalterable In Its Truth, Relentless In Its Development, Untouchable In Its Serenity, Maternal And Unfailing In Its Protectiveness.

The Age Of Nations Has Passed. Now, Unless We Wish To Perish, We Must Shake Off Our Old Prejudices And Build The Earth. The More Scientifically I Regard The World, The Less Can I See Any Possible Biological Future For It Except In The Active Consciousness Of Its Unity.

Since Once Again, O Lord, In The Steppes Of Asia, I Have No Bread, No Wine, No Altar, I Will Raise Myself Above Those Symbols To The Pure Majesty Of Reality, And I Will Offer To You, I, Your Priest, Upon The Altar Of The Entire Earth, The Labor And The Suffering Of The World.

There Is Almost A Sensual Longing For Communion With Others Who Have A Large Vision. The Immense Fulfillment Of The Friendship Between Those Engaged In Furthering The Evolution Of Consciousness Has A Quality Impossible To Describe.

The Zest For Life, Which Is The Source Of All Passion And All Insight, Even Divine, Does Not Come To Us From Ourselves.... It Is God Who Has To Give Us The Impulse Of Wanting Him.