Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.