Specialisation Paralyses, Ultra-specialisation Kills. Palaeontology Is Littered

He Recognized With Absolute Certainty The Empty Fragility Of Even The Noblest Theorizings As Compared With The Definitive Plenitude Of The Smallest Fact Grasped In Its Total, Concrete Reality.

Matter Is Spirit Moving Slowly Enough To Be Seen.

At A Finite Distance In The Future, A Critical State Of Encounter Will Occur, An Ultimate Co-reflective Center. A Focused Conspiration Will Allure Individual Persons To Identify With Others In Profound Affinity. Because Of Thinking Altogether, Love Will Grow Into Divinity.

Remain True To Yourself, But Move Ever Upward Toward Greater Consciousness And Greater Love! At The Summit You Will Find Yourselves United With All Those Who, From Every Direction, Have Made The Same Ascent. For Everything That Rises Must Converge.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.