If Even Dying Is To Be Made

The Longest Journeyis The Journey Inwards.of Him Who Has Chosen His Destiny, Who Has Started Upon His Quest For The Source Of His Being.

To Have Humility Is To Experience Reality, Not In Relation To Ourselves, But In Its Sacred Independence. It Is To See, Judge, And Act From The Point Of Rest In Ourselves. Then, How Much Disappears, And All That Remains Falls Into Place. In The Point Of Rest At The Center Of Our Being, We Encounter A World Where All Things Are At Rest In The Same Way. Then A Tree Becomes A Mystery, A Cloud A Revelation, Each Man A Cosmos Of Whose Riches We Can Only Catch Glimpses. The Life Of Simplicity Is Simple, But It Opens To Us A Book In Which We Never Get Beyond The First Syllable.

Life Yields Only To The Conqueror.

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.

On The Bookshelf Of Life, God Is A Useful Work Of Reference, Always At Hand But Seldom Consulted.