God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

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.

Love passes by us, robed in meekness; but we flee from her in fear, or hide in the darkness; or else pursue her, to do evil in her name.

I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.