There Is No Original Truth,

Happy Is The Man Who Knows Or Even The Man Who Remembers Those Silent Vigils Where Silence Itself Was The Sign Of The Communion Of Souls!

In Our View Any Awareness Is An Increment To Consciousness, An Added Light, A Reinforcement Of Psychic Coherence. Its Swiftness Or Instantaneity Can Hide This Growth From Us. But There Is A Growth Of Being In Every Instance Of Awareness. Consciousness Is In Itself An Act, The Human Act.

All Knowledge Is In Response To A Question. If There Were No Question, There Would Be No Scientific Knowledge. Nothing Proceeds From Itself.

Love Is Never Finished Expressing Itself, And It Expresses Itself Better The More Poetically It Is Dreamed.

Imagination Is A Tree. It Has The Integrative Virtues Of A Tree. It Is Root And Boughs. It Lives Between Earth And Sky. It Lives In The Earth And The Wind. The Imagined Tree Imperceptibly Becomes A Cosmological Tree, The Tree Which Epitomises A Universe, Which Makes A Universe.