Laughter Appears To Stand In Need Of

The Vital Spirit. L'élan Vital

Laughter Appears To Stand In Need Of An Echo, Listen To It Carefully: It Is Not An Articulate, Clear, Well-defined Sound; It Is Something Which Would Fain Be Prolonged By Reverberating From One To Another, Something Beginning With A Crash, To Continue In Successive Rumblings, Like Thunder In A Mountain.

Intuition Is A Method Of Feeling One's Way Intellectually Into The Inner Heart Of A Thing To Locate What Is Unique And Inexpressible In It.

All The Living Hold Together, And All Yield To The Same Tremendous Push. The Animal Takes Its Stand On The Plant, Man Bestrides Animality, And The Whole Of Humanity, In Space And In Time, Is One Immense Army Galloping Beside And Before And Behind Each Of Us In An Overwhelming Charge Able To Beat Down Every Resistance And Clear The Most Formidable Obstacles, Perhaps Even Death.

Fortunately, Some Are Born With Spiritual Immune Systems That Sooner Or Later Give Rejection To The Illusory Worldview Grafted Upon Then From Birth Through Social Conditioning. They Begin Sensing That Something Is Amiss, And Start Looking For Answers. Inner Knowledge And Anomalous Outer Experiences Show Them A Side Of Reality Others Are Oblivious To, And So Begins The Journey Of Awakening. Each Step Of The Journey Is Made By Following The Heart Instead Of The Crowd, And By Choosing Knowledge Over Veils Of Ignorance.