Life Has Value Only When It Has

Every Idea, Extended Into Infinity, Becomes Its Own Opposite.

We Assert Then That Nothing Has Been Accomplished Without Interest On The Part Of The Actors; And — If Interest Be Called Passion, Inasmuch As The Whole Individuality, To The Neglect Of All Other Actual Or Possible Interests And Claims, Is Devoted To An Object With Every Fibre Of Volition, Concentrating All Its Desires And Powers Upon It — We May Affirm Absolutely That Nothing Great In The World Has Been Accomplished Without Passion.

The Life Of God - The Life Which The Mind Apprehends And Enjoys As It Rises To The Absolute Unity Of All Things - May Be Described As A Play Of Love With Itself; But This Idea Sinks To An Edifying Truism, Or Even To A Platitude, When It Does Not Embrace In It The Earnestness, The Pain, The Patience, And Labor, Involved In The Negative Aspect Of Things.

For Us, Mind Has Nature For Its Premise, Being Nature's Truth And For That Reason Its Absolute Prius. In This Truth Nature Has Vanished, And Mind Has Resulted As The Idea Arrived At Being-for-itself, The Object Of Which, As Well As The Subject, Is The Concept. This Identity Is Absolute Negativity, For Whereas In Nature The Concept Has Its Perfect External Objectivity, This Its Alienation Has Been Superseded, And In This Alienation The Concept Has Become Identical With Itself. But It Is This Identity Therefore, Only In Being A Return Out Of Nature.

War Is Progress, Peace Is Stagnation.