My Real Self Wanders Elsewhere, Far Away,

Within Us There Is Someone Who Knows Everything, Wills Everything, Does Everything Better Than We Ourselves.

There Were Now And Then, Though Rarely, The Hours That Brought The Welcome Shock, Pulled Down The Walls And Brought Me Back Again From My Wanderings To The Living Heart Of The World. Sadly And Yet Deeply Moved, I Set Myself To Recall The Last Of These Experiences. It Was At A Concert Of Lovely Old Music. After Two Of Three Notes Of The Piano The Door Was Opened Of A Sudden To The Other World. I Sped Through Heaven And Saw God At Work. I Suffered Holy Pains. I Dropped All My Defenses And Was Afraid Of Nothing In The World. I Accepted All Things And To All Things I Gave Up My Heart.

To Study History Means Submitting To Chaos And Nevertheless Retaining Faith In Order And Meaning.

To Achieve The Possible, We Must Attempt The Impossible Again And Again.

The Tree Does Not Die, It Waits.