Mundus Vult Decipi: The World Wants To

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.

The Prophet Is Appointed To Oppose The Kind, And Even More: History.

No Purpose Intervenes Between I And You, No Greed And No Anticipation; And Longing Itself Is Changed As It Plunges From The Dream Into Appearance. Every Means Is An Obstacle. Only Where All Means Have Disintegrated Encounters Occur.

If We Had The Power Over The Ends Of The Earth, It Would Not Give Us That Fulfillment Of Existence Which A Quiet Devoted Relationship To Nearby Life Can Give Us.

Power Abdicates Only Under The Stress Of Counter-power.