It Is Indeed Time For The Clergyman

By A Symbol I Do Not Mean An Allegory Or A Sign, But An Image That Describes In The Best Possible Way The Dimly Discerned Nature Of The Spirit. A Symbol Does Not Define Or Explain; It Points Beyond Itself To A Meaning That Is Darkly Divined Yet Still Beyond Our Grasp, And Cannot Be Adequately Expressed In The Familiar Words Of Our Language.

The Utter Failure Came At The Crucifixion In The Tragic Words, 'my God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?' If You Want To Understand The Full Tragedy Of Those Words You Must Realize What They Meant: Christ Saw That His Whole Life, Devoted To The Truth According To His Best Conviction, Had Been A Terrible Illusion. He Had Lived It To The Full Absolutely Sincerely, He Had Made His Honest Experiment, But It Was Nevertheless A Compensation. On The Cross His Mission Deserted Him. But Because He Had Lived So Fully And Devotedly He Won Through To The Resurrection Body.

Everyone Knows Nowadays That People 'have Complexes'. What Is Not So Well Known, Though Far More Important Theoretically, Is That Complexes Can Have Us.

Because The European Does Not Know His Own Unconscious, He Does Not Understand The East And Projects It Into Everything He Fears And Despises In Himself.

...the Soul Does Not Require The Organs Of Sense In Order To See, Hear, Smell, Taste And Feel, In A Much More Perfect State; But With This Great Difference, That In Such A State, It Stands In Much Nearer Connection With The Spirtual Than The Material World.