One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.
Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.
I don't like authority, at least I don't like other people's authority.
People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.
There remain times when one can only endure. One lives on, one doesn't die, and the only thing that one can do, is to fill one's mind and time as far as possible with the concerns of other people. It doesn't bring immediate peace, but it brings the dawn nearer.
As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.