Thought Is A Man In His Wholeness,

The Tiny Fish Enjoy Themselves In The Sea.

No Man Is A Man Unless To His Woman He Is A Pioneer.

The Great Home Of The Soul Is The Open Road.

One Realm We Have Never Conquered: The Pure Present.

I Am Not A Mechanism, An Assembly Of Various Sections. And It Is Not Because The Mechanism Is Working Wrongly, That I Am Ill. I Am Ill Because Of Wounds To The Soul, To The Deep Emotional Self, And The Wounds To The Soul Take A Long, Long Time, Only Time Can Help And Patience, And A Certain Difficult Repentance Long Difficult Repentance, Realization Of Life’s Mistake, And The Freeing Oneself From The Endless Repetition Of The Mistake Which Mankind At Large Has Chosen To Sanctify.