Everything That Rises Must Converge.

That There Is An Evolution Of One Sort Or Another Is Now Common Ground Among Scientists. Whether Or Not That Evolution Is Directed Is Another Question.

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.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.

The World Can No More Have Two Summits Than A Circumference Can Have Two Centres.

Isolation Is A Blind Alley....nothing On The Planet Grows Except By Convergence.