There is divinity pervading throughout waiting to touch
those sensitive enough to desire it, and persistent enough
to acquire it


Isn’t it interesting that man at his best concocts multitudes
of theologies and philosophies to explain what he senses and yearns for
but cannot see


How do you account for all this lavish fecundity so
prevalent on the earth


Isn’t it obvious to you by now that the intangible things
of life are more potent than the obvious


Why do we live in such a world surrounded by opportunities
but fail to take advantage of them


We look so closely at the appearance of things and fail
to observe the essence of things


Nature honors her own lavish creations, but her greatest
creation, man, does not honor her


Man pays tribute to himself, but he does not honor
himself. And yet there is nothing more honorable


Though evil in the world may rouse its raucous protestations
and its subtle temptations and capture the unwary, it cannot eliminate the noetic sense of the humble knower.


Evil can deceive the gullible, and it can make fine appealings
to those who are unclear of their values, and is very adept at challenging our
beliefs, but it cannot finally overrule the dictates of a higher intelligence


Can the unholy possibly ascertain the holy


What the true mystic knows, and we are all mystics in potentia,
he knows, not just in the cells of his brain, but in the labyrinthine
depths of his soul