What is needed is, in the end, simply this: solitude, great inner solitude.

To have a childhood means to live a thousand lives before the one.

Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness.

The only journey is the one within.

Love the questions, themselves.

It is possible I am pushing through solid rock, like the vein of ore encased, alone. I am such a long way in I can see no way through and no space. Everything is close to my face and everything close to my face is stone. I don't have much knowledge yet in grief, so this darkness makes me feel small. You, be the Master; Make yourself fierce; break in. And then your great transforming will happen to me And my great grief cry will happen to you.

Do you recall, from your childhood on, how very much this life of yours has longed for greatness? I see it now, how from the vantage point of greatness it longs for even greater greatness. That is why it does not let up being difficult, but that is also why it will not cease to grow.