Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must

Christianity Is The Root Of All Democracy, The Highest Fact In The Rights Of Men.

It Is Certain My Belief Gains Quite Infinitely The Very Moment I Can Convince Another Mind Thereof

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

Before Abstraction Everything Is One, But One Like Chaos; After Abstraction Everything Is United Again, But This Union Is A Free Binding Of Autonomous, Self-determined Beings. Out Of A Mob A Society Has Developed, Chaos Has Been Transformed Into A Manifold World.

You Are Alone With Everything You Love.