Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must

Every Beloved Object Is The Center Point Of A Paradise.

Man Is A Sun And His Senses Are The Planets.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

Imagination Places The Future World For Us Either Above Or Below Or In Reincarnation. We Dream Of Travels Throughout The Universe: Is Not The Universe Within Us? We Do Not Know The Depths Of Our Spirit. The Mysterious Path Leads Within. In Us, Or Nowhere, Lies Eternity With Its Worlds, The Past And The Future.

Prayer Is To Religion What Thinking Is To Philosophy. To Pray Is To Make Religion.