Hypotheses Are Nets: Only He Who Casts

Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must Sow Seeds In Plenty For Us To Garner Even Modest Harvests.

The World Must Become Romanticized, And In That Way We Find Again Its Original Meaning For Us.

To Romanticize The World Is To Make Us Aware Of The Magic, Mystery And Wonder Of The World; It Is To Educate The Senses To See The Ordinary As Extraordinary, The Familiar As Strange, The Mundane As Sacred, The Finite As Infinite.

Darwin Remarks That We Are Less Dazzled By The Light At Waking, If We Have Been Dreaming Of Visible Objects. Happy Are Those Who Have Here Dreamt Of A Higher Vision! They Will The Sooner Be Able To Endure The Glories Of The World To Come.

Nature Is An Aeolian Harp, A Musical Instrument Whose Tones Are The Re-echo Of Higher Strings Within Us.