The Future Is In The Hands Of

Those Who Spread Their Sails In The Right Way To The Winds Of The Earth Will Always Find Themselves Born By A Current Towards The Open Seas.

Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Seek Each Other So That The World May Come Into Being. ... The Universal Gravity Of Bodies, ... Is Merely The Reverse Or Shadow Of That Which Really Moves Nature. Love In All Its Subtleties Is Nothing More, And Nothing Less, Than The More Or Less Direct Trace Marked On The Heart Of The Element By The Psychical Convergence Of The Universe Upon Itself.

The End Of The World: The Wholesale Internal Introversion Upon Itself Of The Noosphere, Which Has Simultaneously Reached The Uttermost Limit Of Its Complexity And Its Centrality . . . The Overthrow Of Equilibrium, Detaching The Mind, Furfilled At Last, From Its Material Matrix, So That It Will Henceforth Rest With All Its Weight On God-omega . . . Critical Point Simultaneously Of Emergence And Emersion, Of Maturation And Evasion.

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.

Not Everything Is Immediately Good To Those Who Seek God; But Everything Is Capable Of Becoming Good.