Through The Thou A Person Becomes I.

You Can Rake The Muck This Way, Rake The Muck That Way-- It Will Always Be Muck. Have I Sinned Or Have I Not Sinned? In The Time I Am Brooding Over It, I Could Be Stringing Pearls For The Delight Of Heaven

But It Can Also Happen, If Will And Grace Are Joined, That As I Contemplate The Tree I Am Drawn Into A Relation, And The Tree Ceases To Be An It. . . . Does The Tree Then Have Consciousness, Similar To Our Own? I Have No Experience Of That. But Thinking That You Have Brought This Off In Your Own Case, Must You Again Divide The Indivisible? What I Encounter Is Neither The Soul Of A Tree Nor A Dryad, But The Tree Itself.

Freedom And Destiny Are Solemnly Promised To One Another And Linked Together In Meaning.

God Made So Many Different Kinds Of People; Why Would God Allow Only One Way To Worship?

When I Meet A Man, I Am Not Concerned About His Opinions. I Am Concerned About The Man.