The Task For Us Now, If We

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.

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.

Without You, Without Your Onslaughts, Without Your Uprootings Of Us, We Should Remain All Our Lives Inert, Stagnant, Puerile, Ignorant Both Of Ourselves And Of God. You Who Batter Us And Then Dress Our Wounds, You Who Resist Us And Yield To Us, You Who Wreck And Build, You Who Shackle And Liberate, The Sap Of Our Souls, The Hand Of God, The Flesh Of Christ: It Is You, Matter, That I Bless.

Love Is The Most Powerful And Still Most Unknown Energy In The World.

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.