The Work On Weekdays And The Rest

In Our Daily Lives We Attend Primarily To That Which The Senses Are Spelling Out For Us: To What The Eyes Perceive, To What The Fingers Touch. Reality To Us Is Thinghood , Consisting Of Substances That Occupy Space; Even God Is Conceived By Most Of Us As A Thing. The Result Of Our Thinginess Is Our Blindness To All Reality That Fails To Identify Itself As A Thing, As A Matter Of Fact.

Solitude Is A Necessary Protest To The Incursions And The False Alarms Of Society's Hysteria, A Period Of Cure And Recovery.

Prayer Begins At The Edge Of Emptiness.

Man Is Naturally Self-centered And He Is Inclined To Regard Expediency As The Supreme Standard For What Is Right And Wrong. However, We Must Not Convert An Inclination Into An Axiom That Just As Man's Perceptions Cannot Operate Outside Time And Space, So His Motivations Cannot Operate Outside Expediency; That Man Can Never Transcend His Own Self. The Most Fatal Trap Into Which Thinking May Fall Is The Equation Of Existence And Expediency.

I Did Not Ask For Success; I Asked For Wonder.