The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.
He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.
Whatever purifies you is the correct road.
Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.
Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.