My eyes already touch the sunny hill. Going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave... but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.

Fate loves to invent patterns and designs. Its difficulty lies in complexity. But life itself is difficult because of its simplicity. It has only a few things of a grandeur not fit for us.

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.

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

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence.