Although the word “love” is used by all, uttered by all languages and expressed by all forms, very few would be able to define accurately Love.
The point is that love has no definition for many people because love is the Divine Essence of life.
The first ray of love is animal, instinct, which drives to preserve the species; in a crazy rhythm, throughout times, fighting, killing and even succumbing by this hectic desire of self-preservation, several types of animals and human races emerge victorious.
All virtues so far enumerated become indispensable, but in order to be vitally efficient, they should be founded upon the solid pillars of Perseverance.
According to a legend God sent an Angel to the Earth in order to give a name to every one of the species of flowers.
Pruebe el hombre querer lo que él quiere, a buscar, no lo que las enmarañadas ideas ajenas han formado en su mente, sino lo que es en él inclinación natural, mental y espiritual, y verá cómo la mente contesta al llamado de la Voluntad y cómo la Voluntad levanta aquél extraño poder personal, que es la potencia del ser en sí.
At certain point of the Path, the Disciple is amazed before the new aphorism: “Like a drop of water in an immense sea, the soul must sink in the sea of the oblivion in order to live the eternal life”.
As a being crosses the human circle, he receives from the Fairy Nature’s hands the gift to use spontaneously his sex.
Animals are subject to times, rut seasons, and instinctive male-female combinations and alternatives, while a normal man in healthy condition can use the reproductive act when he feels convenient and necessary, according to his instinct and reason.
Even if we wished to flee from sorrow, sorrow is ever present in human life despite every effort of the civilization and despite modern breakthroughs for a more bearable living.
A man may possess all, enjoy all goods of life and a perfect health, and travel from on point to another on the Earth; however, at certain time of the day, an importune visitor will come to him: it is sorrow of human tedium; tiredness of fleeting hours; a vague sensation of something lost for ever; a hidden sense of an unknown evil that may happen at any moment.
The variability of the Universe is source of continuous changes, and man, that by his inner nature tends to be static at the point where he is, bitterly suffers because of these repeated changes.