Inscrutably Involved, We Live In

The Work Produced Is A Thing Among Things, Able To Be Experienced And Described As A Sum Of Qualities. But From Time To Time It Can Face The Receptive Beholder In Its Whole Embodied Form.

God Is The "mysterium Tremendum," That Appears And Overthrows, But He Is Also The Mystery Of The Self-evident, Nearer To Me Than My I.

Every Morning, I Shall Concern Myself Anew About The Boundary, Between The Love-deed-yes And The Power-deed-no, And Pressing Forward Honor Reality. We Cannot Avoid, Using Power, Cannot Escape The Compulsion, To Afflict The World, So Let Us, Cautious In Diction, And Mighty In Contradiction, Love Powerfully.

When Two People Relate To Each Other Authentically And Humanly, God Is The Electricity That Surges Between Them.

The Beating Heart Of The Universe Is Holy Joy.