Matter Is Spirit Moving Slowly Enough To

A Breeze Passes In The Night. When Did It Spring Up? Whence Does It Come? Whither Is It Going? No Man Knows.

Today, Something Is Happening To The Whole Structure Of Human Consciousness. A Fresh Kind Of Life Is Starting. Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Are Seeking Each Other, So That The World May Come Into Being.

There Is Almost A Sensual Longing For Communion With Others Who Have A Large Vision. The Immense Fulfillment Of The Friendship Between Those Engaged In Furthering The Evolution Of Consciousness Has A Quality Impossible To Describe.

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.

Love Is The Internal, Affectively Apprehended, Aspect Of The Affinity Which Links And Draws Together The Elements Of The World... Love, In Fact, Is The Expression And The Agent Of Universal Synthesis.