If The Human Intellect Functions, It Is

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

In This Initial Illimitableness Of Possibilities That Characterizes One Who Has No Nature There Stands Out Only One Fixed, Pre-established, And Given Line By Which He May Chart His Course, Only One Limit: The Past.

Life Is A Series Of Collisions With The Future; It Is Not The Sum Of What We Have Been, But What We Yearn To Be.

An Idea Is A Putting Truth In Check-mate.

The World Is The Sum-total Of Our Vital Possibilities.