Not Nature, But The "genius Of Mankind,"

Commendation Heals; Condemnation Destroys.

No Tree, It Is Said, Can Grow To Heaven Unless Its Roots Reach Down To Hell.

My Whole Being Was Seeking For Something Still Unknown Which Might Confer Meaning Upon The Banality Of Life.

And What Shall We Know Of This Life On Earth After Death? The Dissolution Of Our Timebound Form In Eternity Brings No Loss Of Meaning. Rather, Does The Little Finger Know Itself A Member Of The Hand.

What You Resist Persist.