The World Is So Full Of Simpletons

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.

True Observers Of Nature, Although They May Think Differently, Will Still Agree That Everything That Is, Everything That Is Observable As A Phenomenon, Can Only Exhibit Itself In One Of Two Ways. It Is Either A Primal Polarity That Is Able To Unify, Or It Is A Primal Unity That Is Able To Divide. The Operation Of Nature Consists Of Splitting The United Or Uniting The Divided; This Is The Eternal Movement Of Systole And Diastole Of The Heartbeat, The Inhalation And Exhalation Of The World In Which We Live, Act, And Exist.

No Man Learns To Know His Inmost Nature By Introspection, For He Rates Himself Sometimes Too Low, And Often Too High, By His Own Measurement. Man Knows Himself Only By Comparing Himself With Other Men; It Is Life That Touches His Genuine Worth.

One Can Stand Anything Except A Succession Of Ordinary Days

Normally, The Sciences Distance Themselves From Life And The Return To It Via A Detour.