The World Can No More

Blessed Be You, Mighty Matter, Irresistible March Of Evolution, Reality Ever Newborn; You Who, By Constantly Shattering Our Mental Categories, Force Us To Go Ever Further And Further In Our Pursuit Of The Truth.

The World Can No More Have Two Summits Than A Circumference Can Have Two Centres.

Instead Of Standing On The Shore And Proving To Ourselves That The Ocean Cannot Carry Us, Let Us Venture On Its Waters Just To See.

The Truth Is, Indeed, That Love Is The Threshold Of Another Universe.

Your Creatures Can Come Into Being Only, Like Shoot From Stem, As Part Of An Endlessly Renewed Process Of Evolution.