Life Must Not Be A Novel That

Humanity Is A Comic Role.

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.

What Delights, What Pleasures Does Your Life Offer You That Outweigh The Raptures Of Death?

If The World Is A Precipitation Of Human Nature, So To Speak, Then The Divine World Is A Sublimation Of The Same. Both Occur In One Act. No Precipitation Without Sublimation. What Goes Lost There In Agility, Is Won Here.

Accident Is Simply Unforeseen Order.