Love Is A Sacred Reserve Of Energy;

If There Were No Internal Propensity To Unite, Even At A Prodigiously Rudimentary Level - Indeed In The Molecule Itself - It Would Be Physically Impossible For Love To Appear Higher Up, With Us, In Hominized Form... Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Seek Each Other So That The World May Come Into Being.

More Primordial Than Any Idea, Beauty Will Be Manifest As The Herald And Generator Or Ideas.

To Write The True Natural History Of The World, We Should Need To Be Able To Follow It From Within. It Would Thus Appear No Longer As An Interlocking Succession Of Structural Types Replacing One Another, But As An Ascension Of Inner Sap Spreading Out In A Forest Of Consolidated Instincts. Right At Its Base, The Living World Is Constituted By Conscious Clothes In Flesh And Bone.

Blessed Be You, Mighty Matter, Irresistible March Of Evolution, Reality Ever Newborn; You Who, By Constantly Shattering Our Mental Categories, Force Us To Go Ever Further And Further In Our Pursuit Of The Truth.

It Is Not Our Heads Or Our Bodies Which We Must Bring Together, But Our Hearts. . . . Humanity. . . Is Building Its Composite Brain Beneath Our Eyes. May It Not Be That Tomorrow, Through The Logical And Biological Deepening Of The Movement Drawing It Together, It Will Find Its Heart, Without Which The Ultimate Wholeness Of Its Power Of Unification Can Never Be Achieved?