What do the contours of your body mean, laid out like the lines on a hand, so that I no longer see them except as fate?

I believe that nothing that is real can pass away.

I am like a child who awakes At the light, so safe and secureFree from night's fears when dawn breaks, In Thee I am ever secure.

Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner -- what is it? if not the intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of homecoming.

Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Winning does not tempt that man. This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively, by constantly greater beings.