The perfection of any matter, the highest or the lowest, touches on the divine.

The world is a spinning die, and everything turns and changes: man is turned into angel, and angel into man, and the head into the foot, and the foot into the head. Thus all things turn and spin and change, this into that, and that into this, the topmost to the undermost, and the undermost to the topmost. For at the root all is one, and salvation inheres in the change and return of things.

Every morning, I shall concern myself anew about the boundary, Between the love-deed-Yes and the power-deed-No, And pressing forward honor reality. We cannot avoid, Using power, Cannot escape the compulsion, To afflict the world, So let us, cautious in diction, And mighty in contradiction, Love powerfully.

Inscrutably involved, we live in the currents of universal reciprocity.

Without being and remaining oneself, there is no love.

As I actualize, I uncover.

One must be truly able to say I in order to know the mystery of the Thou in its whole truth.