Acts Of Violence-- Whether On A Large

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.

It Is More Noble To Give Yourself Completely To One Individual Than To Labor Diligently For The Salvation Of The Masses.

To Reach Perfection, We Must All Pass, One By One, Through The Death Of Self-effacement.

Forgiveness Is The Answer To The Child's Dream Of A Miracle By Which What Is Broken Is Made Whole Again, What Is Soiled Is Made Clean Again.

Humility Before The Flower At The Timber Line Is The Gate Which Gives Access To The Path Up The Open Fell.