No Religion Can Long Continue To Maintain

Religion Is A Wizard, A Sibyl . . . She Faces The Wreck Of Worlds, And Prophesies Restoration. She Faces A Sky Blood-red With Sunset Colours That Deepen Into Darkness, And Prophesies Dawn. She Faces Death, And Prophesies Life.

When The Light Of The Sun Shines Through A Prism It Is Broken Into Beautiful Colours, And When The Prism Is Shattered, Still The Light Remains. So Does The Life Of Life Shine Resplendent In The Forms Of Our Friends, And So, When Their Forms Are Broken, Still Their Life Remains; And In That Life We Are United With Them; For The Life Of Their Life Is Also Our Life, And We Are One With Them By Ties Indissoluble.

We Stand, As It Were, On The Shore, And See Multitudes Of Our Fellow Beings Struggling In The Water, Stretching Forth Their Arms, Sinking, Drowning, And We Are Powerless To Assist Them.

The Freedom Of Thought Is A Sacred Right Of Every Individual Man, And Diversity Will Continue To Increase With The Progress, Refinement, And Differentiation Of The Human Intellect.

To Care For Anyone Else Enough To Make Their Problems One's Own, Is Ever The Beginning Of One's Real Ethical Development.