The Day Is Not Far Distant When

Our Century Is Probably More Religious Than Any Other. How Could It Fail To Be, With Such Problems To Be Solved? The Only Trouble Is That It Has Not Yet Found A God It Can Adore.

Joy Is The Sheer Evidence Of God.

The End Of The World: The Wholesale Internal Introversion Upon Itself Of The Noosphere, Which Has Simultaneously Reached The Uttermost Limit Of Its Complexity And Its Centrality . . . The Overthrow Of Equilibrium, Detaching The Mind, Furfilled At Last, From Its Material Matrix, So That It Will Henceforth Rest With All Its Weight On God-omega . . . Critical Point Simultaneously Of Emergence And Emersion, Of Maturation And Evasion.

Everything That Rises Must Converge.

The Truth Is, Indeed, That Love Is The Threshold Of Another Universe.