When A Man Has Made

In Spite Of All Similarities, Every Living Situation Has, Like A Newborn Child, A New Face, That Has Never Been Before And Will Never Come Again. It Demands Of You A Reaction That Cannot Be Prepared Beforehand. It Demands Nothing Of What Is Past. It Demands Presence, Responsibility; It Demands You.

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.

To Him Who Knows How To Read The Legend, It Conveys More Truth Than The Chronicle.

He Who Loves Brings God And The World Together.

And If There Were A Devil It Would Not Be One Who Decided Against God, But One Who, In Eternity, Came To No Decision.