But You Who Walk Facing

It Was But Yesterday I Thought Myself A Fragment Quivering Without Rhythm In The Sphere Of Life. Now I Know That I Am The Sphere, And All Life In Rhythmic Fragments Moves Within Me.

A Hermit Is One Who Renounces The World Of Fragments That He May Enjoy The World Wholly And Without Interruption.

It Is Not The Image You Would See Nor The Song You Would Hear, But Rather An Image You See Though You Close Your Eyes And A Song You Hear Though You Shut Your Ears.

Fear Of The Devil Is One Way Of Doubting God.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.