More Seed

There is much to be undone, and little to do.

It takes a genius, to refract, from the single-pointed, white light of Love, a hundred subtler shades of truth; but it takes a saint to unite them once again.

The simplicity of God is indeed profound, while His mysteriousness is merely a function of confusion in the minds of men, who complicate all things beyond the measure of necessity. It is only the prism which requires the refraction of light into a many-colored spectrum, as the mortal intellect demands the spreading-out of God's single-pointed command. Nonetheless, every carefully nuanced doctrine in the entire canon of Christendom may be "reduced" to the implicity of Love. What the heart of a child grasps in a word, the mind of an adult clutches at in ten-thousand volumes, and cannot lay hold of.

I myself am judged, convicted, and condemned by my words. They honor me, even as I disgrace them; indeed, the one in proportion to the other.

Our words may well save others, but will not save ourselves, unless it is by the measure of their sincerity; and there is no greater assurance of the sincerity of words than the corresponding performance of actions.

Speak for silence, then speak no more.

I speak in favor of silence. Is there anything more ironic?
And, yet, is there anything more worthy of being said?

There is something, at once, both modest and impertinent in the brevity of aphorisms; one is careful not to say too much, and careless not to say enough.

By nature, do not force yourself, -- unless it is your nature to force yourself.

We go amid distractions, and must be torn free, and forced in the direction we would naturally tend; if not for distractions.