You Are Merely The Lens In The

Smiling, Sincere, Incorruptible - His Body Disciplined And Limber. A Man Who Had Become What He Could, And Was What He Was- Ready At Any Moment To Gather Everything Into One Simple Sacrifice.

Acts Of Violence-- Whether On A Large Or A Small Scale, The Bitter Paradox: The Meaningfulness Of Death--and The Meaninglessness Of Killing.

It Is More Noble To Give Yourself Completely To One Individual Than To Labor Diligently For The Salvation Of The Masses.

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.

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.