Feel In The Rush Of The Passing

All Events Are Secretly Interrelated; The Sweep Of All We Are Doing Reaches Beyond The Horizon Of Our Comprehension.

Our Age Is One In Which Usefulness Is Thought To Be The Chief Merit Of Nature; In Which The Attainment Of Power, The Utilization Of Its Resources Is Taken To Be The Chief Purpose Of Man In God's Creation. Man Has Indeed Become Primarily A Tool-making Animal, And The World Is Now A Gigantic Tool Box For The Satisfaction Of His Needs.

Trust Is The Core Of Human Relationships, Of Gregariousness Among Men. Friendship, A Puzzle To The Syllogistic And Critical Mentality, Is Not Based On Experiments Or Tests Of Another Person's Qualities But On Trust. It Is Not Critical Knowledge But A Risk Of The Heart Which Initiates Affection And Preserves Loyalty In Our Fellow Men.

Proximity To The Crowd, To The Majority View, Spells The Death Of Creativity. For A Soul Can Create Only When Alone, And Some Are Chosen For The Flowering That Takes Place In The Dark Avenues Of Night.

The True Meaning Of Existence Is Disclosed In Moments Of Living In The Presence Of God