The Universe As We Know It Is

Matter Is Spirit Moving Slowly Enough To Be Seen.

The Age Of Nations Is Past. The Task Before Us Now, If We Would Not Perish, Is To Build The Earth.

Mankind Is Now Caught Up, As Though In A Train Of Gears, At The Heart Of A Continually Accelerating Vortex Of Self-totalisation.

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.

Growing Old Is Like Being Increasingly Penalized For A Crime You Haven't Committed.