The Last Christian Died On A Cross.

This Tremendous Event Is Still On Its Way, Still Wandering; It Has Not Yet Reached The Ears Of Men. Lightning And Thunder Require Time; The Light On The Stars Requires Time; Deeds Though Done, Still Require Time To Be Seen And Heard. This Deed Is Still More Distant From Them Than The Most Distant Stars - And Yet They Have Done It Themselves.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

Every Living Body Continuously Eliminates Feces, It Rejects What Is Not Serviceable To The Assimilating Organism: What Man Despises, What Arouses His Disgust, What He Calls Evil, Are Excrements.

To One Who Is Accustomed To Thinking A Lot, Every New Thought That He Hears Or Reads About Immediately Appears As A Link In A Chain.

Mastery Has Been Achieved When One Neither Makes A Mistake Nor Hesitates In The Performance.