To Know What One Can Have And

In This Unbelievable Universe In Which We Live, There Are No Absolutes. Even Parallel Lines, Reaching Into Infinity, Meet Somewhere Yonder.

Endurance Of Inescapable Sorrow Is Something Which Has To Be Learned Alone. And Only To Endure Is Not Enough. Endurance Can Be A Harsh And Bitter Root In One's Life, Bearing Poisonous And Gloomy Fruit, Destroying Other Lives. Endurance Is Only The Beginning. There Must Be Acceptance And The Knowledge That Sorrow Fully Accepted Brings Its Own Gifts. For There Is An Alchemy In Sorrow. It Can Be Transmuted Into Wisdom, Which, If It Does Not Bring Joy, Can Yet Bring Happiness.

What Seems New Is Only New To Us.

I Am Comforted By Life's Stability, By Earth's Unchangeableness. What Has Seemed New And Frightening Assumes Its Place In The Unfolding Of Knowledge. It Is Good To Know Our Universe. What Is New Is Only New To Us.

The Body Was So Little A Part Of Him That Its Final Stillness Seemed Nothing Of Importance. He Was Half Out Of It Anyway And Death Was Only A Slipping Out Of It Altogether And Being At Last What He Always Was, A Spirit. We Buried The Pearly Shell Upon The Mountain Top.