It is playing safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.

He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.

The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn't reserve a plot for weeds.

When the sense of the earth unites with the sense of one's body, one becomes earth of the earth, a plant among plants, an animal born from the soil and fertilizing it. In this union, the body is confirmed in its pantheism.

Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.