With An Ear Open To Your Musical

The Spirit Bears Witness. Ecstasy And Enlightenment, Inspiration And Intuition Are Not Necessary. Happy Is The Man Who Is Worthy Of These; But Woe Unto Us If We Wait For Such Experiences; Woe Unto Us If We Do Not Perceive That These Things Are Of Secondary Importance.

The Angels Laugh At Old Karl. They Laugh At Him Because He Tries To Grasp The Truth About God In A Book Of Dogmatics. They Laugh At The Fact That Volume Follows Volume, And Each Is Thicker Than The Previous Ones. As They Laugh, They Say To One Another, ‘look! Here He Comes Now With His Little Pushcart Full Of Volumes Of The Dogmatics!’—and They Laugh About The Persons Who Write So Much About Karl Barth Instead Of Writing About The Things He Is Trying To Write About. Truly, The Angels Laugh.

When I Come Before These Men I Do Not Have To Explain That We Are All Sinners. They Have Committed Every Sin There Is. All I Have To Tell Them Is That I, Too, Am A Sinner.

Impossibility Is More Possible Than Everything Which We Hold To Be Possible.

With An Ear Open To Your Musical Dialectic, One Can Be Young And Become Old, Can Work And Rest, Be Content And Sad: In Short, One Can Live.