I Am The Rest Between

The Artist's Task Consists Of Making One Thing Of Many, And A World From The Smallest Part Of A Thing.

All This Hurrying Soon Will Be Over. Only When We Tarry Do We Touch The Holy.

The Longer I Live, The More Necessary It Seems To Me To Endure, To Copy The Whole Dictation Of Existence To The End, For It Might Be That Only The Last Sentence Contains That Small, Perhaps Inconspicuous Word Through Which All Laboriously Learned And Not Understood Orients Itself Toward Glorious Sense.

Your Solitude Will Expand And Become A Place Where You Can Live In The Twilight, Where The Noise Of Other People Passes, Far In The Distance.

Strangely, I Heard A Stranger Say, I Am With You.