nasmuch as all things connect and ultimately reconnect even with themselves, the attempt to draw close to the creative force entails certain danger, in that one is brought closer to the force of destruction.
Men like to recall the past because it is safe and comforting; an escape from the need to push the future and live creatively.
Much of man’s so-called Fear-of-God is no more than his unspeaking biological dread of the unfeeling forces of original creation.
Life may be the biological gift of creation, but a profitable life is the reward of one’s own psychological evolution.
Some men say that things will somehow get better. Some men say they will become worse. But one-who-knows would say that things will become as they will become, beyond all of man’s verbal prophecies.