Everything That Rises Must Converge.

Each Elect Soul ... Possesses God Directly And Finds In That Unique Possession The Fulfillment Of His Own Individuality.

Blessed Be You, Mighty Matter, Irresistible March Of Evolution, Reality Ever Newborn; You Who, By Constantly Shattering Our Mental Categories, Force Us To Go Ever Further And Further In Our Pursuit Of The Truth.

We Have Reached A Crossroads In Human Evolution Where The Only Road Which Leads Forward Is Towards A Common Passion. . . To Continue To Place Our Hopes In A Social Order Achieved By External Violence Would Simply Amount To Our Giving Up All Hope Of Carrying The Spirit Of The Earth To Its Limits.

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.

And Now, As A Germination Of Planetary Dimensions, Comes The Thinking Layer Which Over Its Full Extent Develops And Intertwines Its Fibres, Not To Confuse And Neutralise Them But To Reinforce Them In The Living Unity Of A Single Tissue.