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One Should Hallow All That One Does In One's Natural Life. One Eats In Holiness, Tastes The Taste Of Food In Holiness, And The Table Becomes An Altar. One Works In Holiness, And Raises Up The Sparks Which Hide Themselves In All Tools. One Walks In Holiness Across The Fields, And The Soft Songs Of All Herbs, Which They Voice To God, Enter Into The Song Of Our Soul.

An Animal's Eyes Have The Power To Speak A Great Language.

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.

In The Ice Of Solitude Man Becomes Most Inexorably A Question To Himself, And Just Because The Question Pitilessly Summons And Draws Into Play His Most Secret Life He Becomes An Experience To Himself.

The Basic Word I-thou Can Be Spoken Only With One's Whole Being. The Concentration And Fusion Into A Whole Being Can Never Be Accomplished By Me, Can Never Be Accomplished Without Me. I Require A Thou To Become; Becoming I, I Say Thou.