Traveler, There Is No Path, The Path

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

My Soul Is Not Asleep. It Is Awake, Wide Awake. It Neither Sleeps Nor Dreams, But Watches, Its Eyes Wide Open Far-off Things, And Listens At The Shores Of The Great Silence.

Between Living And Dreaming There Is A Third Thing. Guess It.

The Great Philosophers Are Poets Who Believe In The Reality Of Their Poems.

I Love Jesus, Who Said To Us: Heaven And Earth Will Pass Away. When Heaven And Earth Have Passed Away, My Word Will Remain. What Was Your Word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All Your Words Were One Word: Wakeup.