Only He Deserves Power Who Every Day

The Longest Journey Is The Journey Inward.

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.

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

Is Life So Wretched? Isn't It Rather Your Hands Which Are Too Small, Your Vision Which Is Muddled? You Are The One Who Must Grow Up.

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.