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If We Are Out Of Synch With Ourselves, Everything Is Out Of Synch For Us.

Does Not Man Lack The Force At The Very Point Where He Needs It Most? And When He Soars Upward In Joy, Or Sinks Down In Suffering, Is Not Checked In Both, Is He Not Returned Again To The Dull, Cold Sphere Of Awareness, Just When He Was Longing To Lose Himself In The Fullness Of The Infinite.

While Man's Desires And Aspirations Stir He Cannot Choose But Err.

On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.

Chess Is The Touchstone Of Intellect.