To [man] It Is Granted To Have

On Man When He Came Into Life The Father Conferred The Seeds Of All Kinds And The Germs Of Every Way Of Life.

God The Father, The Supreme Architect, Had Already Built This Cosmic Home We Behold, The Most Sacred Temple Of His Godhead, By The Laws Of His Mysterious Wisdom.

A Sacred Pride Should Grip Us Of Not Being Satisfied With The Mediocre But To Strive (for We Can Do It, If We Want To) With The Exertion Of All Our Strength To Attain The Highest. Let Us Scorn What Is Of This Earth, Let Us Ignore What Is Of Heaven, Let Us Leave Absolutely Everything Worldly Behind Us In Order To Hasten To The Abode Out Of This World, In The Proximity Of The Sublime Deity. We Do Not Need To Think Of Stepping Back. Of Being Satisfied With Second Rank, Let Us Strive For Dignity And Glory. To Attain The Highest.

To [man] It Is Granted To Have Whatever He Chooses, To Be Whatever He Wills.

Whatever Seeds Each Man Cultivates Will Grow To Maturity And Bear In Him Their Own Fruit. If They Be Vegetative, He Will Be Like A Plant.