The world is not divine sport, it is divine destiny. There is a divine meaning of the world, of man, of human persons, of you and me.

Creation happens to us, burns into us, changes us, we tremble and swoon, we submit. Creation - we participate in it, we encounter the creator, offer ourselves to him, helpers and companions.

There is no room for God in him who is full of himself.

Only men who are capable of saying Thou [an attitude of deep respect] to one another can truly say we with one another.

Through the Thou a person becomes I.

Feeling one "has"; love occurs.

No purpose intervenes between I and You, no greed and no anticipation; and longing itself is changed as it plunges from the dream into appearance. Every means is an obstacle. Only where all means have disintegrated encounters occur.