To Love Is To Approach Each Other

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.

We Now Know From Neural-net Technology That When There Are More Connections Between Points In A System, And There Is Greater Strength Between These Connections, There Will Be Sudden Leaps In Intelligence, Where Intelligence Is Defined As Success Rate In Performing A Task.

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 Truth Is, Indeed, That Love Is The Threshold Of Another Universe.

Love Alone Is Capable Of Uniting Living Beings In Such A Way As To Complete And Fulfill Them, For It Alone Takes Them And Joins Them By What Is Deepest In Themselves.