How to call It?

And this body, our body, this vehicle and this material envelope in a world often hostile and unpredictable, and although it be committed and destined to disintegration, this body is our refuge – our shelter, our name, our security.

Why is the body condemned to degradation and death?

We do not know and perhaps have never known.

Is it the effect of a malediction, of a betrayal, of a first duplicity?

Is it the consequence of a first will for power and independence which projected us all – for eternity? – into alienation?

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Is not the cross the symbol of this mortal body to which, by an ignorant, egoistic and exclusive identification, we are nailed? At the crucial intersection of the universal and the transcendent, planted into Matter, the cross is our agony, just as it is our promise that, once accepted and welcome, the union will become dynamic and at last will take birth the glorious being?

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The manifestation is a flux.

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