The Day Is Not Far Distant When

What Disconcerts The Modern World At Its Very Roots Is Not Being Sure, And Not Seeing How It Ever Could Be Sure, That There Is An Outcome-a Suitable Outcome To Evolution. Half Our Present Uneasiness Would Be Turned To Happiness If We Could Once Make Up Our Minds To Accept The Facts And Place The Essence And The Measure Of Our Modern Cosmogonies Within A Noogenesis.

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.

Instead Of Standing On The Shore And Proving To Ourselves That The Ocean Cannot Carry Us, Let Us Venture On Its Waters Just To See.

From An Evolutionary Point Of View, Man Has Stopped Moving, If He Ever Did Move.

To Write The True Natural History Of The World, We Should Need To Be Able To Follow It From Within. It Would Thus Appear No Longer As An Interlocking Succession Of Structural Types Replacing One Another, But As An Ascension Of Inner Sap Spreading Out In A Forest Of Consolidated Instincts. Right At Its Base, The Living World Is Constituted By Conscious Clothes In Flesh And Bone.