It Pains Me To Speak Of God

All Journeys Have Secret Destinations Of Which The Traveler Is Unaware.

What Has To Be Given Up Is Not The I, But That Drive For Self-affirmation Which Impels Man To Flee From The Unreliable, Unsolid, Unlasting, Unpredictable, Dangerous World Of Relation Into The Having Of Things.

I Think No Human Being Can Give More Than This. Making Life Possible For The Other, If Only For A Moment.

Only Men Who Are Capable Of Saying Thou [an Attitude Of Deep Respect] To One Another Can Truly Say We With One Another.

No Purpose Intervenes Between I And You, No Greed And No Anticipation; And Longing Itself Is Changed As It Plunges From The Dream Into Appearance. Every Means Is An Obstacle. Only Where All Means Have Disintegrated Encounters Occur.