Matter Is Spirit Moving Slowly Enough To

It Doesn't Matter If The Water Is Cold Or Warm If You're Going To Have To Wade Through It Anyway.

By Virtue Of Creation, And Still More The Incarnation, Nothing Here Below Is Profane For Those Who Know How To See.

Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Seek Each Other So That The World May Come To Being.

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.

Without The Slightest Doubt There Is Something Through Which Material And Spiritual Energy Hold Togehter And Are Complementary. In The Last Analysis, Somehow Or Other, There Must Be A Single Energy Operating In The World. And The First Idea That Occurs To Us Is That The 'soul' Must Be As It Were The Focal Point Of Transformation At Which, From All The Points Of Nature, The Forces Of Bodies Converge, To Become Interiorised And Sublimated In Beauty And Truth.