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The man of today is a restless, rootless wraith, jinking about the Searo-mindworld seeking what he has lost-- Soul. He hasn't got it and he can't find it in the Searuvel, but for pale afterglow glimpsed, but not to grasp, for the Searuvel cares nothing for soul, has no use for it, hasn't got it. It has made itself from frits, broken bits, wrested from Santh, but not growing of the Forn-Edhli. It is skrurk, a searu-thing, it has not a soul. And yet it is there, and so it is taken to be with-soul, but that is only a seeming.
Soul lies with-out the Searuvel. It is buried in the Body, which the Searuvel has not made, and in the depth of the Ferth. And it lives-on in the Edhli. And as a man seeks the Menning, Soul in the Body, Soul in the deep Ferth, and Soul in the free Edhli-world come together in One. The Soul, and the Meaning of Man, lies in the Edhli-menning, and there alone, and the task before him now is in the Making of the Menning, binding the Searuvel, leaving wraithhood behind, coming to ground on the earth and in the life-world of Edhli, Soul won, for good and ever.
Searuvel= the evil artificial civilization destroying the Biosphere. Searo= clever artifice, cunning snare.
Santh= the real world. santh= reality, truth (~sooth).
Forn-Edhli= the ancient life-organism of Earth.
Skrurk= false.
Ferth= psyche.
Edhli-menning= the future ecological culture-civilization. Edhli= the Biosphere.
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