Livets Bog, vol. 5
If chance really were the builder and demolisher of the beings and the universe
1843. Thus we see today, here in the twentieth century, an epoch of involution that has reached its final phases. No being can be more involved in matter, more buried in solutions in terms of weights and measures, more cosmically dead than the materialistic, atheistic terrestrial human being. A more cosmically unconscious state does not exist in the universe, for then this unconsciousness would be so profound that it would have become a dead point or a complete stillness that the individual could not recover from. It would then have been prevented from again making haste through new spiral cycles in its eternal existence. But the individual's wheel of experience cannot be stopped entirely. It will always have a speed that, even if it is very low, is, however, high enough to carry the individual over the very culmination of darkness or the winter solstice, after which it once again gains speed towards the summer solstice. If the wheel of the principle of cycles could be stopped, life, thought or consciousness could never have arisen, for what could then set such a wheel in motion again? The wheel of cycles or fate is an eternal phenomenon that can never come to a standstill, but its speed can vary, thereby creating all the four seasons of the cycle.