We Should Be Willing To

That Fear Of Missing Out On Things Makes You Miss Out On Everything.

Here, Beside This Great Black Surface That Is My Desk, I Feel As Though I Am On A Desert Island.

I Know And Share The Many Sorrows A Human Being Can Experience, But I Do Not Cling To Them; They Pass Through Me, Like Life Itself, As A Broad Eternal Stream...and Life Continues.

Sometimes I Feel That Every Word Spoken And Every Gesture Made Merely Serve To Exacerbate Misunderstandings. Then What I Would Really Like Is To Escape Into A Great Silence And Impose That Silence On Everyone Else.

Every Day I Shall Put My Papers In Order And Every Day I Shall Say Farewell. And The Real Farewell, When It Comes, Will Only Be A Small Outward Confirmation Of What Has Been Accomplished Within Me From Day To Day.