We Cannot Afford To Forget Any Experience,

Friendship Needs No Words - It Is Solitude Delivered From The Anguish Of Loneliness.

At Every Moment You Choose Yourself. But Do You Choose *your* Self? Body And Soul Contain A Thousand Possibilities Out Of Which You Can Build Many I's. But In One Of Them Is There A Congruence Of The Elector And The Elected. Only One--which You Will Never Find Until You Have Excluded All Those Superficial And Fleeting Possibilities Of Being And Doing With Which You Toy, Out Of Curiosity Or Wonder Or Greed, And Which Hinder You From Casting Anchor In The Experience Of The Mystery Of Life, And The Consciousness Of The Talent Entrusted To You Which Is Your *i*.

We Cannot Afford To Forget Any Experience, Not Even The Most Painful.

It Is Not The Repeated Mistakes, The Long Succession Of Petty Betrayals--though, God Knows, They Would Give Cause Enough For Anxiety And Self-contempt--but The Huge Elementary Mistake, The Betrayal Of That Within Me Which Is Greater Than I--in Complacent Adjustment To Alien Demands.

Like Wind-- In It, With It, Of It. Of It Just Like A Sail, So Light And Strong That, Even When It Is Bent Flat, It Gathers All The Power Of The Wind Without Hampering Its Course. Like Light-- In Light, Lit Through By Light, Transformed Into Light. Like The Lens Which Disappears In The Light It Focuses. Like Wind. Like Light. Just This--on These Expanses, On These Heights.