Everything That Is, Was, And Will Be, Eternally Is, Even The Countless Forms, Which Are Finite And Perishable Only In Their Objective, Not In Their Ideal Form.
There Is Nothing That Is So Wonderfully Created As The Human Soul. There Is Something Of God In It. We Are Infinite In The Future, Though We Are Finite In The Past.
Space, And Space Again, Is The Infinite Deity Which Surrounds Us And In Which We Are Ourselves Contained.
You're Exactly Where You're Meant To Be, Meandering Along A Crooked Path.
If I Have A System It Is Limited To A Recognition Of What Kierkegaard Called 'the Infinite Qualitative Distinction' Between Time And Eternity
Thus It Is Necessary To Commence From An Inescapable Duality: The Finite Is Not The Infinite.