If Only I May Grow:

It Is Not The Soviet Union Or Indeed Any Other Big Powers Who Need The United Nations For Their Protection. It Is All The Others. In This Sense, The Organization Is First Of All Their Organization And I Deeply Believe In The Wisdom With Which They Will Be Able To Use It And Guide It. I Shall Remain In My Post During The Term Of My Office As A Servant Of The Organization In The Interests Of All Those Other Nations, As Long As They Wish Me To Do So.

For All That Has Been, Thanks. To All That Shall Be, Yes.

So Rests The Sky Against The Earth. The Dark Still Tarn In The Lap Of The Forest. As A Husband Embraces His Wife's Body In Faithful Tenderness, So The Bare Ground And Trees Are Embraced By The Still, High, Light Of The Morning. I Feel An Ache Of Longing To Share In This Embrace, To Be United And Absorbed. A Longing Like Carnal Desire, But Directed Towards Earth, Water, Sky, And Returned By The Whispers Of The Trees, The Fragrance Of The Soil, The Caresses Of The Wind, The Embrace Of Water And Light. Content? No, No, No - But Refreshed, Rested - While Waiting.

Here Man Is No Longer The Center Of The World, Only A Witness, But A Witness Who Is Also A Partner In The Silent Life Of Nature, Bound By Secret Affinities Of The Trees.

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