The Universe As We Know It Is

God Is Not Remote From Us. He Is At The Point Of My Pen, My (pick) Shovel, My Paint Brush, My (sewing) Needle - And My Heart And Thoughts.

Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Seek Each Other So That The World May Come To Being.

Love Is The Most Universal, The Most Tremendous And The Most Mysterious Of The Cosmic Forces.

To Write The True Natural History Of The World, We Should Need To Be Able To Follow It From Within. It Would Thus Appear No Longer As An Interlocking Succession Of Structural Types Replacing One Another, But As An Ascension Of Inner Sap Spreading Out In A Forest Of Consolidated Instincts. Right At Its Base, The Living World Is Constituted By Conscious Clothes In Flesh And Bone.

The Only Way Forward Is In The Direction Of A Common Passion, For Nothing In The Universe Can Ultimately Resist The Cumulative Ardor Of The Collective Soul.