Perhaps, I Myself Am The Enemy Who

As One Grows Older One Must Try Not To Work Oneself To Death Unnecessarily. At Least That's How It Is With Me... I Can Scarcely Keep Pace And Must Watch Out That The Creative Forces Do Not Chase Me Around The Universe In A Wallop.

Nothing Is Possible Without Love.

There Is No Light Without Shadow, And No Psychic Wholeness Without Imperfection.

Man Is The Microcosm Of The Macrocosm ; The God On Earth Is Built On The Pattern Of The God In Nature. But The Universal Consciousness Of The Real Ego Transcends A Million Fold The Self-consciousness Of The Personal For False Ego.

Somewhere, Right At The Bottom Of One’s Own Being, One Generally Does Know Where One Should Go And What One Should Do. But There Are Times When The Clown We Call “i” Behaves In Such A Distracting Fashion That The Inner Voice Cannot Make Its Presence Felt.