God is the "mysterium tremendum," that appears and overthrows, but he is also the mystery of the self-evident, nearer to me than my I.
Everyone must come out of his Exile in his own way.
The tradition of the camp fire faces that of the pyramid.
Feeling one "has"; love occurs.
Everything is full of sacramental substance, everything. Each thing and each function is ever ready to light up into a sacrament.
Human life and humanity come into being in genuine encounters. The hope for this hour depends upon the renewal of the immediacy of dialogue among human beings.