Never Look Down To Test The Ground

Here Man Is No Longer The Center Of The World, Only A Witness, But A Witness Who Is Also A Partner In The Silent Life Of Nature, Bound By Secret Affinities Of The Trees.

Smiling, Sincere, Incorruptible - His Body Disciplined And Limber. A Man Who Had Become What He Could, And Was What He Was- Ready At Any Moment To Gather Everything Into One Simple Sacrifice.

You Take The Pen, And The Lines Dance. You Take The Flute And The Notes Shimmer. You Take The Brush, And The Colors Sing. So All Things Have Meaning And Beauty In That Space Beyond Time Where You Are. How, Then, Can I Hold Back Anything From You?

Praise Those Of Your Critics For Whom Nothing Is Up To Standard.

It Is More Noble To Give Yourself Completely To One Individual Than To Labor Diligently For The Salvation Of The Masses.