Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.
Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.
And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?
Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.
