Isn't The Fulfillment Of Our Duty Towards

Praise Those Of Your Critics For Whom Nothing Is Up To Standard.

The Light Died In The Low Clouds. Falling Snow Drank In The Dusk. Shrouded In Silence, The Branches Wrapped Me In Their Peace. When The Boundaries Were Erased, Once Again The Wonder: That *i* Exist.

Forgiving Is Forgetting, In Spite Of Remembering.

Here Man Is No Longer The Center Of The World, Only A Witness, But A Witness Who Is Also A Partner In The Silent Life Of Nature, Bound By Secret Affinities Of The Trees.

Never Let Success Hide Its Emptiness From You, Achievement Its Nothingness, Toil Its Desolation. And So...keep Alive The Incentive To Push On Further, That Pain In The Soul Which Drives Us Beyond Ourselves...do Not Look Back. And Do Not Dream About The Future, Either. It Will Neither Give You Back The Past, Nor Satisfy Your Other Daydreams. Your Duty, Your Reward - Your Destiny - Are Here And Now.