There Is No Room For God In

When I Confront A Human Being As My Thou And Speak The Basic Word I-thou To Him, Then He Is No Thing Among Things Nor Does He Consist Of Things. He Is No Longer He Or She, A Dot In The World Grid Of Space And Time, Nor A Condition To Be Experienced And Described, A Loose Bundle Of Named Qualities. Neighborless And Seamless, He Is Thou And Fills The Firmament. Not As If There Were Nothing But He; But Everything Else Lives In His Light.

In The Beginning Was The Relationship.

All Real Living Is Meeting.

About What Mainly Constituted What You Ask, It Was Something Other. It Was Just A Certain Inclination To Meet People. And As Far As Possible, To Change Something In The Other, But Also To Let Me Be Changed By Him. At Any Event, I Had No Resistance, I Put No Resistance To It. I Already Began As A Young Man. I Felt I Have Not The Right To Want To Change Another If I Am Not Open To Be Changed By Him As Far As It Is Legitimate.

Without Being And Remaining Oneself, There Is No Love.