The Dog Knows, But Does Not Know

The Future Belongs To Those Who Give The Next Generation Reason For Hope.

And Now, As A Germination Of Planetary Dimensions, Comes The Thinking Layer Which Over Its Full Extent Develops And Intertwines Its Fibres, Not To Confuse And Neutralise Them But To Reinforce Them In The Living Unity Of A Single Tissue.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.

Science, Philosophy And Religion Are Bound To Converge As They Draw Nearer To The Whole.

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