When You Have Reached The Point Where

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.

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.

The Assembly Has Witnessed Over The Last Weeks How Historical Truth Is Established; Once An Allegation Has Been Repeated A Few Times, It Is No Longer An Allegation, It Is An Established Fact, Even If No Evidence Has Been Brought Out In Order To Support It.

Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned.

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.