I found this so fascinating and I am quite sure that Mr Tesla subscribed to the understanding of the Hermetica from all of his writing I have witnessed and so because of this, it is Re blogged here from an excellent informative blog:
An Engineer's Aspect: Nikola Tesla - "Man's Greatest Achievement"
This editorial found in the Newspaper Archives from 1930, not only  includes a tribute to babies and mothers, it also includes a statement  about "Man's Greatest Achievement" written by Nikola Tesla, himself.
San Antonio Sunday Light, Editorial-City Life Section, San Antonio, Texas.  Sunday, July 20, 1930.
MAN'S BRAIN OUTWEIGHS ALL
Copyright, 1930, by N. Y. American, Inc.  Great Britain Rights Reserved.
ALL  that you see piled up in the scale, on the right of this picture, was  once a misty unreality, in the brain of some newborn child.
Many marvels are upon the powerful rivers, volcanoes, oceans, the  flashing lightning, the tropics' heat, and the cold of the poles.
But all is as nothing compared with the power and possibilities locked up in the brain of a newborn child.
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Read Nikola Tesla's statement on this page.
You will delight in his thoughts and speculations, based not on mere  imagining, but on thorough scientific training and 'scientific' genius.
When Mr. Tesla suggests that man in the millions of years ahead of him  might change the size and shape of this planet, and choose for himself  its direction through space, he speaks not lightly.
Mr. Tesla, is one of the real scientists and inventors of his age.  More  than thirty years ago, sitting in Delmonico's old restaurant in New  York, at 26th Street and Fifth Avenue, he raised in his hand a small  wine glass, and said:  "The power that holds together the molecules and  atoms in that glass, if it could be released, would run the machinery of  the biggest factory in the United States."  That seemed wild imagining  then.  It is taught to children in school now.  Everybody knows that the  force holding together the electrons within the atom, as they revolve  around the nucleus, trillions of times in a second, is great beyond our  imagining.
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To  the great majority, however, abstract science is painful, and even  conservative speculation as to what may come tires and appalls us.
But it requires no scientific training, no "peering into the atom," or  weighing of distant universes, to realize that a little baby, kicking up  its heels, a few hours old, is, in its possibilities, the most  important thing that ever appears on this planet.
Well may the mother look with intense pride on the tiny face.  No man can exaggerate the possibilities there.
The spinning jenny that clothes the world was once in the brain of a little baby named Arkwright.
The light of the world, taken from the clouds and locked up in a small bulb, was born in the brain of a baby named Edison.
All the skill of engineers, scientists, surgeons, industrialists, merchants, is due to small babies that good mothers give to the world.
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And the humble baby, born poor and obscure,  often has, in the race for fame and usefulness, a far better chance than  the baby we call "better born."
A small, long, blue-eyed baby, born in a wooden cabin with a dirt floor  and no windows, ended slavery in the United States.  The power that  ended it was given to him by his mother, Nancy Hanks.  Upon the day that  Abraham Lincoln first opened his little blue eyes and looked around, he  had that power.
Every mother should remember, with hope and pride, that there is no  limit to the possibilities of the baby upon her knee, and the little  children around her.  In them is the hope of the future.
 
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The millions of mothers, some of whom would not  understand all of the things that Mr. Tesla says on this page, know ONE  thing, more important than ALL that any scientist has ever said, namely,  that love is the greatest power in the world, and that the greatest,  most important love among earthly beings is the love of a good mother  for her helpless child.
"Love can hope, where reason would despair."
Reason might well despair, looking at a sickly little baby, the big head taking more than
its share of blood, legs and arms thin, its little hands so feeble.
But in such babies, the mothers of the world see boundless possibility, and hope without limit.
Every newborn child, to its mother, is a genius.
And, "Mother is the name of God, in the lips and hearts of little children."
 
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This picture, an admirably expressed tribute to  the mind of man, emphasizes the power of the human brain, an aggregation  of molecules and atoms, the atoms tenuous particles of electric force.   But far more interesting to the average mortal than all that science  sees, in the energy and accomplishment locked up in the brain of a  child, is the fact that the child is a product of human affection, its  success reflecting the love of the mother.  That mother love is the  power back of all other power, the power that moves the human race  forward, and creates everything that means progress away from the dark  cave and its brutality, toward the sunlight of real civilization.
Dickens said, 
"It must somewhere be written that the virtues of  mothers shall, occasionally, be visited on their children, as well as  the sins of their fathers."
The qualities of the mother are reflected in the child, in its success  and its usefulness.  Whatever the son does, the mother also does.
Any tribute to the genius of humanity as a whole, the undeveloped power  of a newborn child, to any thing that is human, is a tribute to  motherhood, the creating force to which the world owes all that it has.
Richter said:  
"Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother hath not made all other mothers venerable."
And Lord Langdale, a good son, said:  
"If the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother into the other, the world would kick the beam."
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Here  you have a baby in one scale, the wonders of the world, its inventions,  railroads, skyscrapers, ships, factories, in the other.
And the child weighs it all down.  To have the picture so is no  exaggeration.  All the world's wonders are inside of that little skull,  and all the future progress of the world that will spread over hundreds  of millions of years, is written, and hidden away in the productive  power of the mothers.
"It hath not yet been shown what we shall be."  And as the  marvels are revealed, one after another, the mothers will create them in  their children, and the children will produce them from their brains.
 
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From the ox-cart to the flying machine, from the dugout canoes to the submarine, everything worth while is a product of thought.
Man is "fearfully and wonderfully made."  He should know and appreciate  it, and endeavor, in a BIG way, if possible, in a SMALL way if the big  way is not possible, to be worthy of the opportunity given to him.
HONOR YOUR MOTHER, USE YOUR BRAIN, and everything is possible.
MAN'S GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT
By Nikola Tesla.
WHEN a child is born its sense-organs are brought in contact with the outer world.
The waves of sound, heat and light beat upon its feeble body, its  sensitive nerve-fibres quiver, the muscles contract and relax in  obedience:  a gasp, a breath, and in this act a marvelous little engine,  of inconceivable delicacy and complexity of construction, unlike any on  earth, is hitched to the wheel-work of the Universe.
The little engine labors and grows, performs more and more involved  operations, becomes sensitive to ever subtler influences and now there  manifests itself in the fully developed being--Man--a desire mysterious,  inscrutable and irresistible:  to imitate nature, to create, to work  himself the wonders he perceives.
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Inspired to this task he searches, discovers and  invents, designs and constructs, and enriches with monuments of beauty,  grandeur and awe, the star of his birth.
He descends into the bowels of the globe to bring forth its hidden  treasures and to unlock its immense imprisoned energies for his use.
He invades the dark depths of the ocean and the azure regions of the sky.
He peers into the innermost nooks and recesses of molecular structure  and lays bare to his gaze worlds (unreadable) remote.  He subdues and  puts to his service the fierce, devastating spark of Prometheus, the  titanic forces of the waterfall, the wind and the tide.
He tames the thundering bolt of Jove and annihilates time and space.  He makes the great Sun itself his obedient toiling slave.
Such is his power and might that the heavens reverberate and the whole earth trembles by the mere sound of his voice.
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What has the future in store for this strange  being, born of a breath, of perishable tissue, yet immortal, with his  powers fearful and divine?  What magic will be wrought by him in the  end?  What is to be his (unreadable) deed, his crowning achievement?
Long ago he recognized that all perceptible matter comes from a primary  substance, of a tenuity beyond conception and filling all space--the  Akasa or luminiferous ether--which is acted upon by the life-giving  Prana or creative force, calling into existence, in never ending cycles,  all things and phenomena.
The primary substance, thrown into infinitesimal whirls of prodigious  velocity, becomes gross matter; the force subsiding, the motion ceases  and matter disappears, reverting to the primary substance.
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Can Man control this grandest, most  awe-inspiring of all processes in nature?  Can he harness her  inexhaustible energies to perform all their functions at his bidding,  more still--can he so refine his means of control as to put them in  operation simply by the force of his will?
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If he could do this he would have powers almost  unlimited and supernatural.  At his command, with but a slight effort on  his part, old worlds would disappear, and new ones of his planning  would spring into being.
He could fix, solidify and preserve the ethereal shapes of his  imagining, the fleeting visions of his dreams.  He could express all the  creations of his mind, on any scale, in forms concrete and  imperishable.
He could alter the size of this planet, control its seasons, guide it  along any path he might choose through the depths of the Universe.
He could make planets collide and produce his suns and starts, his heat  and light.  He could originate and develop life in all its infinite  forms.
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To create and to annihilate material substance,  cause it to aggregate in forms according to his desire, would be the  supreme manifestation of the power of Man's mind, his most complete  triumph over the physical world, his crowning achievement which would  place him beside his Creator and fulfill his ultimate destiny.