For All That Has Been, Thank You.

To Preserve The Silence Within--amid All The Noise. To Remain Open And Quiet, A Moist Humus In The Fertile Darkness Where The Rain Falls And The Grain Ripens--no Matter How Many Tramp Across The Parade Ground In Whirling Dust Under An Arid Sky.

The Un Wasn't Created To Take Mankind Into Paradise, But Rather, To Save Humanity From Hell.

I Don't Know Who, Or What, Put The Question, I Don't Know When It Was Put. I Don't Even Remember Answering. But At Some Moment I Did Answer Yes To Someone, Or Something,and From That Hour I Was Certain That Existence Is Meaningful And That, Therefore, My Life, In Self-surrender, Had A Goal.

When The Sense Of The Earth Unites With The Sense Of One's Body, One Becomes Earth Of The Earth, A Plant Among Plants, An Animal Born From The Soil And Fertilizing It. In This Union, The Body Is Confirmed In Its Pantheism.

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.