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Since Once Again, O Lord, In The Steppes Of Asia, I Have No Bread, No Wine, No Altar, I Will Raise Myself Above Those Symbols To The Pure Majesty Of Reality, And I Will Offer To You, I, Your Priest, Upon The Altar Of The Entire Earth, The Labor And The Suffering Of The World.

No One Can Deny That A Network (a World Network) Of Economic And Psychic Affiliations Is Being Woven At Ever Increasing Speed Which Envelops And Constantly Penetrates More Deeply Within Each Of Us. With Every Day That Passes It Becomes A Little More Impossible For Us To Act Or Think Otherwise Than Collectively.

By Means Of All Created Things, Without Excaption, The Divine Assails Us, Penetrates Us, And Molds Us. We Imagined It As Distant And Inaccessible, When In Fact We Live Steeped In Its Burning Layers

Blessed Be You, Mighty Matter, Irresistible March Of Evolution, Reality Ever Newborn; You Who, By Constantly Shattering Our Mental Categories, Force Us To Go Ever Further And Further In Our Pursuit Of The Truth.

Science, Philosophy And Religion Are Bound To Converge As They Draw Nearer To The Whole.