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Everything In The Universe, Throughout All Its Kingdoms, Is Conscious: I.e., Endowed With A Consciousness Of Its Own Kind And On Its Own Plane Of Perception.

The More Thou Dost Advance, The More Thy Feet Pitfalls Will Meet.

A Solitary Ascetic Is A Symbol Of The Most Cowardly Egotism; A Hermit Who Flees From His Brothers Instead Of Helping Them To Carry The Burden Of Life, To Work For Others, And To Put Their Shoulders To The Wheel Of Social Life, Is A Coward Who Hides Himself When The Battle Is On, And Goes To Sleep Drunk On An Opiate.

The Possible Truths, Hazily Perceived In The World Of Abstraction, Like Those Inferred From Observation And Experiment In The World Of Matter, Are Forced Upon The Profane Multitudes, Too Busy To Think For Themselves, Under The Form Of Divine Revelation And Scientific Authority. But The Same Question Stands Open From The Days Of Socrates And Pilate Down To Our Own Age Of Wholesale Negation: Is There Such A Thing As Absolute Truth In The Hands Of Any One Party Or Man?

Matter Is Spirit At Its Lowest Level. Spirit Is Matter At Its Highest Level.