The Hero Is Strangely Akin To Those

Religion Is Something Infinitely Simple, Ingenuous. It Is Not Knowledge, Not Content Of Feeling... It Is Not Duty And Not Renunciation, It Is Not Restriction: But In The Infinite Extent Of The Universe It Is A Direction Of The Heart.

In The Difficult Are The Friendly Forces, The Hands That Work On Us.

What Happens Most Deeply Inside You Is Worthy Of Your Whole Love.

We See The Brightness Of A New Page Where Everything Yet Can Happen.

It’s Possible, I’m Moving Through The Hard Veins Of Heavy Mountains, Like An Arc, Alone; I’m So Deep Inside, I See No End In Sight, And No Distance: Everything Is Getting Near And Everything Near Is Turning To Stone.