The Task For Us Now,

Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Seek Each Other So That The World May Come To Being.

Individual Human Beings Are So Subtly Developed Through The Centuries That It Is Strictly Impermissible To Compare Any Two Men Who Are Not Contemporaries-that Is To Say Are Taken From Two Quite Different Times.

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

Truth Has To Appear Only Once, In One Single Mind, For It To Be Impossible For Anything Ever To Prevent It From Spreading Universally And Setting Everything Ablaze.

The World, This Palpable World, Which We Were Wont To Treat With The Boredom And Disrespect With Which We Habitually Regard Places With No Sacred Association For Us, Is In Truth A Holy Place, And We Did Not Know It. Venite, Adoremus.