If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

Go on loving what is good, simple, and ordinary.

But there is much beauty here, because there is much beauty everywhere.

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

Perhaps then, some day far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

FALLING STARS: Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the hurdles of our wishes -- do you recall? And we did make so many! For there were countless numbers of stars: each time we looked above we were astounded by the swiftness of their daring play, while in our hearts we felt safe and secure watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate, knowing somehow we had survived their fall.

It is good to say it aloud: 'Nothing has happened.' Once again: 'Nothing has happened.' Does that help?"