I am learning to see. I don't know why it is, but everything enters me more deeply and doesn't stop where it once used to. I have an interior that I never knew of... What's the use of telling someone that I am changing? If I'm changing, I am no longer who I was; and if I am something else, it's obvious that I have no acquaintances. And I can't possibly write to strangers.

Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.

To be here is immense.

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

Your life will still find its own paths from there, and that they may be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I can say.

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