Not Nature, But The "genius Of Mankind,"

Vocatus Atque Non Vocatus Deus Aderit.

The Upheaval Of Our World And The Upheaval In Consciousness Is One And The Same. Everything Becomes Relative And Therefore Doubtful. And While Man, Hesitant And Questioning, Contemplates... His Spirit Yearns For An Answer That Will Allay The Turmoil Of Doubt And Uncertainty.

All Ages Before Ours Believed In Gods In Some Form Or Other. Only An Unparalleled Impoverishment In Symbolism Could Enable Us To Rediscover The Gods As Psychic Factors, Which Is To Say, As Archetypes Of The Unconscious. No Doubt This Discovery Is Hardly Credible As Yet.

Every Father Is Given The Opportunity To Corrupt His Daughter's Nature, And The Educator, Husband, Or Psychiatrist Then Has To Face The Music. For What Has Been Spoiled By The Father Can Only Be Made Good By A Father, Just As What Has Been Spoiled By The Mother Can Only Be Repaired By A Mother. The Disastrous Repetition Of The Family Pattern Could Be Described As The Psychological Original Sin, Or As The Curse Of The Atrides Running Through The Generations.

Even The Enlightened Person Remains What He Is, And Is Never More Than His Own Limited Ego Before The One Who Dwells Within Him, Whose Form Has No Knowable Boundaries, Who Encompasses Him On All Sides, Fathomless As The Abysms Of The Earth And Vast As The Sky