The Tradition Of The Camp Fire Faces

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.

When I Confront A Human Being As My Thou And Speak The Basic Word I-thou To Him, Then He Is No Thing Among Things Nor Does He Consist Of Things. He Is No Longer He Or She, A Dot In The World Grid Of Space And Time, Nor A Condition To Be Experienced And Described, A Loose Bundle Of Named Qualities. Neighborless And Seamless, He Is Thou And Fills The Firmament. Not As If There Were Nothing But He; But Everything Else Lives In His Light.

Dialogic Is Not To Be Identified With Love. But Love Without Dialogic, Without Real Outgoing To The Other, Reaching To The Other, The Love Remaining With Itself - This Is Called Lucifer.

I Don't Like Religion Much, And I Am Glad That In The Bible The Word Is Not To Be Found.

The Historical Religions Have The Tendency To Become Ends In Themselves, And, As It Were, To Put Themselves In God's Place, And, In Fact, There Is Nothing That Is So Apt To Obscure God's Face As A Religion.