The Tradition Of The Camp Fire Faces

The Basic Word I-thou Can Be Spoken Only With One's Whole Being. The Concentration And Fusion Into A Whole Being Can Never Be Accomplished By Me, Can Never Be Accomplished Without Me. I Require A Thou To Become; Becoming I, I Say Thou.

The Work Produced Is A Thing Among Things, Able To Be Experienced And Described As A Sum Of Qualities. But From Time To Time It Can Face The Receptive Beholder In Its Whole Embodied Form.

One Should Hallow All That One Does In One's Natural Life. One Eats In Holiness, Tastes The Taste Of Food In Holiness, And The Table Becomes An Altar. One Works In Holiness, And Raises Up The Sparks Which Hide Themselves In All Tools. One Walks In Holiness Across The Fields, And The Soft Songs Of All Herbs, Which They Voice To God, Enter Into The Song Of Our Soul.

What Has To Be Given Up Is Not The I, As Most Mystics Suppose: This I Is Indispensable For Any Relationship, Including The Highest, Which Always Presupposes An I And You.

The World Is Not Divine Sport, It Is Divine Destiny. There Is A Divine Meaning Of The World, Of Man, Of Human Persons, Of You And Me.