The Artist Belongs To His Work, Not

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

If The World Is A Precipitation Of Human Nature, So To Speak, Then The Divine World Is A Sublimation Of The Same. Both Occur In One Act. No Precipitation Without Sublimation. What Goes Lost There In Agility, Is Won Here.

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.

The Bible Begins Gloriously With Paradise, The Symbol Of Youth, And Ends With The Everlasting Kingdom, With The Holy City. The History Of Every Man Should Be A Bible.

We Are Near Waking When We Dream We Are Dreaming.