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

This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.

Be-and yet know the great void where all things begin, the infinite source of your own most intense vibration, so that, this once, you may give it your perfect assent.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Here is the time for the sayable, here is its home. Speak and attest. More than ever the things we can live with are falling away, and ousting them, filling their place, a will with no image. Will beneath crusts which readily crack whenever the act inside swells and seeks new borders.

What we do battle with is so small, what battles us is so large.

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.