The Day Is Not Far Distant When

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.

My Starting Point Is The Fundamental Initial Fact That Each One Of Us Is Perforce Linked By All The Material Organic And Psychic Strands Of His Being To All That Surrounds Him. . . . If We Look Far Enough Back In The Depths Of Time, The Disordered Anthill Of Living Beings Suddenly, For An Informed Observer, Arranges Itself In Long Files That Make Their Way By Various Paths Towards Greater Consciousness.

The Future Is More Beautiful Than All The Pasts.

Truth Has To Appear Only Once, In One Single Mind, For It To Be Impossible For Anything Ever To Prevent It From Spreading Universally And Setting Everything Ablaze.

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.