What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

All this hurrying soon will be over. Only when we tarry do we touch the holy.

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

The future must enter you long before it happens.

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you.