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Humanity Has Been Sleeping-and Still Sleeps-lulled Within The Narrowly Confining Joys Of Its Little Closed Loves. In The Depths Of The Human Multitude There Slumbers An Immense Spiritual Power Which Will Manifest Itself Only When We Have Learnt How To Break Through The Dividing Walls Of Our Egoism And Raise Ourselves Up To An Entirely New Perspective, So That Habitually And In A Practical Fashion We Fix Our Gaze On The Universal Realities.

The Day Is Not Far Distant When Humanity Will Realize That Biologically It Is Faced With A Choice Between Suicide And Adoration.

Specialisation Paralyses, Ultra-specialisation Kills. Palaeontology Is Littered With Such Catastrophes.

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.

God Is Not Remote From Us. He Is At The Point Of My Pen, My (pick) Shovel, My Paint Brush, My (sewing) Needle - And My Heart And Thoughts.