Adam was created; because of his failing we are procreated—and that is the essential difference between us and the Original Man. We came into being differently from him.

Adam was never a child; his nature altered when he fell, from an immortal being to a mortal (sexual) being.

Because of his lust, “man born of woman” requires many ego body-building experiences to help him grow from infancy into Adam’s likeness—the sexual, food-eating animal that he fell to become when he experienced his first shame.

We must not continue to build our minds and bodies past this point, nor should we keep developing a lifestyle around emotional or sensual experiences, because after a certain age the memory-thrones we build for our egos to sit on become a terrible burden.

Thoughts and experiences soon begin to weigh heavily upon the conscience. We try to forget our overgrown self by using more excitement and ego-building stimulations that only add fat to the fire.

All the experiences through which we try to escape actually make us grow into self-conscious, smelly ugly, overgrown fools—and our prideful souls strain themselves to death trying to mask the odors of ugliness and decay beneath colorful clothes, ointments and scents—until death, at the last, gets its dignity in a brocaded coffin.

Before you sought out salvation, you were forced to plan your own escape, and the very activity of planning involved your ego in dream stuff and stimulated the energy of false hope and false faith. Your mind slowly became a dungeon with no hope of escape.

The very desire to free yourself condemned you to the quicksand of scheming and planning. Anticipation conflicted with a true purpose waiting to unfold; always fear and anxiety attended your hopes, which sprang from dreaming.

"All the experiences through which we try to escape actually make us grow into self-conscious, smelly ugly, overgrown fools."

To create the faith you need to exist, you are forced to scheme and dream, but dreams lie, and their hopes mislead. Desperately you analyze everything. You reach down again and again into the bowels of your intellect for answers.

You rehearse everything because you have no plan except what bubbles up to meet your willful desire for schemes and plans. And those plans are never your own. They emanate from the demon of the intellect.

Man is not a creator of meaning. He is the medium of meaning. In your pride you are tempted to express the tempter’s meaning, believing it to be your own.

Willing things to happen is dying; through willing, you feel that dying. And as you begin to feel that dying, you become super self-conscious of the functions of your body, and through the effort of will you may try to will your body life.

Because this willing is also dying and wrong, you feel additional guilt and panic over dying. The panic comes from the realization that you, “god,” are not really eternal at all. You are a dying “god,” a fallible, whimpering dog.

You see, part of the notion of being a god is to be unmindful of death, because a god lives from everlasting to everlasting.

Your ego, descending into the intellect, forgets the truth about death through receiving ideas of glory—but through the sin factor you become conscious of dying, and then, through additional willing, you experience panic.

All selfish, highly ambitious, highly motivated egos find themselves struggling to maintain their own health and body functions.