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To Have Humility Is To Experience Reality, Not In Relation To Ourselves, But In Its Sacred Independence. It Is To See, Judge, And Act From The Point Of Rest In Ourselves. Then, How Much Disappears, And All That Remains Falls Into Place. In The Point Of Rest At The Center Of Our Being, We Encounter A World Where All Things Are At Rest In The Same Way. Then A Tree Becomes A Mystery, A Cloud A Revelation, Each Man A Cosmos Of Whose Riches We Can Only Catch Glimpses. The Life Of Simplicity Is Simple, But It Opens To Us A Book In Which We Never Get Beyond The First Syllable.

Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned.

Praise Those Of Your Critics For Whom Nothing Is Up To Standard.

The Light Died In The Low Clouds. Falling Snow Drank In The Dusk. Shrouded In Silence, The Branches Wrapped Me In Their Peace. When The Boundaries Were Erased, Once Again The Wonder: That *i* Exist.

The Pursuit Of Peace And Progress Cannot End In A Few Years In Either Victory Or Defeat. The Pursuit Of Peace And Progress, With Its Trials And Its Errors, Its Successes And Its Setbacks, Can Never Be Relaxed And Never Abandoned.