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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 Human Person Is The Sum Total Of A 15 Billion Year Chain Of Unbroken Evolution Now Thinking About Itself

The Day Is Not Far Distant When Humanity Will Realize That Biologically It Is Faced With A Choice Between Suicide And Adoration.

The Future Is In The Hands Of Those Who Can Give Tomorrow's Generations Valid Reasons To Live And Hope.

The End Of The World: The Wholesale Internal Introversion Upon Itself Of The Noosphere, Which Has Simultaneously Reached The Uttermost Limit Of Its Complexity And Its Centrality . . . The Overthrow Of Equilibrium, Detaching The Mind, Furfilled At Last, From Its Material Matrix, So That It Will Henceforth Rest With All Its Weight On God-omega . . . Critical Point Simultaneously Of Emergence And Emersion, Of Maturation And Evasion.