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57 sonnets that would put us in touch with our creative centre.

Some of these poems were composed out of doors. Most are to some degree instructive. All are written with the intention of drawing us closer to our human-natural centre.

We moderns are reluctant to accept that a truly creative motivation affectively underlies our various deplorable aggressions and depressions. This sums up our tragic predicament. It is as if a special dispensation were required before we understand reality as not based on appearances but on faith and good spirit. In the presence of those who do understand, we are more likely to catch on, because our depression and aggression rubs off on them and 'infects' them, whereupon they deal with this, rationally, within themselves, before dealing with us then, mercifully. Their ethical behaviour, by personal example and good works, instils in us a desire for moral integrity and ethical power. We gain a sense of, a taste for, the satisfaction from doing good. We become capable of sustaining that extra dimension to our being which corresponds to the foundation of reality.If we choose, we can allow our thought-processes to be schooled as we read this work, so that we may be cleansed of the modern evil that is criticism.

The essay 'Our Folk Soul' was conceived as an explo- ration of what had occurred to me for some time as one of two possible ways for us to cooperate with god. My experience of human beings in community taught me that we do not all relate to god in the same way. Simply put, some come to god, others accept god. Some place the emphasis on doing, others on being and behaviour. During the course of this exploration I made some in- teresting discoveries, which persuaded me, in the end, to write an Irrational Ethic, in comparison to the more lengthy exploratory essay on rational ethics I had written many years ago. I hope the reader of these two essays will approach them with an open mind, for they are in no way intended as a contribution to traditional, western, philosophical or theological thought. They make no pretension to aca- demic, orthodox acceptability.

Poetry that unites thought and feeling. (The last 15 poems are in German.)

These fairly short stories are lighthearted, a little bit thought-provoking and while fantasy here and there plays a role, they are not 'fantastic', in terms of magic, mayhem and monsters. I wrote them for my grandchildren when they were between about eight and fourteen years old. - In the end one really has to let parents decide what is suitable for their offspring.

127 items of verse - for example: A Proposition A ruined city, a costly war - But a bright sky, no fireworks, now, Though you fret to be back in harness. My nature is milk, my love wine, You have thoroughly enlightened me. Now glance in my direction one last time.

The desire to be what we are holds the kernel of our inquiry into conduct, in comparison to simply being what we are, which allows for no inquiry and any attempt to attach a study of conduct to human existence as such becomes fictional and illusory from the start. A science of conduct which maintains us in the light of day and teaches us not to fear sleep and to welcome the dream on its own terms.

The author is only marginally concerned with what happens in the schoolroom. Towards the end there is emphasis on art-work as an aspect of parenting.Education and schooling are discussed first and foremost as parental responsibilities. However it seems we can all do with being schooled and educated, throughout our lives, and it is in this direction of interest that this essay provides the most useful insights. As is usual with creative philosophy in terms of a research essay, the onus is not on pat suggestions and answers but on a stimulation of spontaneous thought and feeling plus exemplary demonstration (art) of anything of value as it turns up.

I draw attention to the organic evolution of this work. The titles of the four sections give a hint. We are instinctively touched by human-natural affection. This will at first disturb us, however if we believe it we then make contact with the world not as we prefer or regret it but 'as is'. This implies our contemporary contribution to our community and subsequently we have this amazing advantage of world as sacrament, as existential 'bread and wine', if you like.(Also please to keep in mind that the real link is not visible but invisible)

Four short prose pieces, exploring the two sides of our nature, both human and otherwise. A bit surprising at times, then somewhat thoughtful, lastly 'with tender loving care'.

A few short (minimalist) treatments of some everyday notions. The reader is invited to derive some satisfaction from having his visual field limited to a regular five or six lines at a time. The idea for this concentration of prose, similar to verse, rose out of thoughts on minimalism. For the writer it is a concentration-device.