The human being suffers the afflictions of delusion. He is tormented by unreality. He lives in time, but time is a fiction, and thus he does not live in the absolute sense.
Yet, buried deep in his microcosm, a tiny spark is left of the Original. And if that tiny spark has not yet been entirely extinguished, a Call can resound in him, like a voice from afar; a Call to return to the Original Nature, which still exists in all its pristine glory, and in which the Spirit can be active, is active.
Catharose de Petri
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