“Here, strangely clear yet enigmatic still, we have a duel significance of all living happenings—on the one hand we sense a cosmic flow as such, and on the other hand the chain and train of successive individuals brings us back to the microcosms themselves as the recipients, containers and preservers of the flow.”—Oswald Spengler, Decline of the West

  Pure poetry there, though who can read it today?

I love it though: sensing the cosmic flow; and successive individuals as “recipients, containers and preservers of the flow.”

Knowing who and what we truly are, isn’t that where it’s at?