Doffing The Ego's Safe Glory, He Finds

Life Only Demands From You The Strength That You Possess. Only One Feat Is Possible; Not To Run Away.

Time Always Seems Long To The Child Who Is Waiting - For Christmas, For Next Summer, For Becoming A Grownup: Long Also When He Surrenders His Whole Soul To Each Moment Of A Happy Day.

At Every Moment You Choose Yourself. But Do You Choose *your* Self? Body And Soul Contain A Thousand Possibilities Out Of Which You Can Build Many I's. But In One Of Them Is There A Congruence Of The Elector And The Elected. Only One--which You Will Never Find Until You Have Excluded All Those Superficial And Fleeting Possibilities Of Being And Doing With Which You Toy, Out Of Curiosity Or Wonder Or Greed, And Which Hinder You From Casting Anchor In The Experience Of The Mystery Of Life, And The Consciousness Of The Talent Entrusted To You Which Is Your *i*.

There Is A Point At Which Everything Becomes Simple And There Is No Longer Any Question Of Choice, Because All You Have Staked Will Be Lost If You Look Back. Life's Point Of No Return.

Pray That Your Loneliness May Spur You Into Finding Something To Live For, Great Enough To Die For.