Do not take the easy ways out from feelings and from faith. That road is not a path, and you will discover nothing on it.
A road gets you from one place to another. A path is where you make discoveries.
A road is you and the road. A path is you.
A road, you seek the destination. A path, you are in the world, arriving at every moment.
Atonement begins on the path where you meet the most difficult person you know.
This room I visit never sleeps. It watches as I come to bed. It waits around me through the night. And when I wake and leave, it is there, silent and accepting, and will stay until I return.
Like every place we come to know, it is always ready. All places are a silent waiting for little lives to pass through, in routines, on journeys. They do not love, they do not care, but silently by being there, they let us know ourselves.
The room watches, so we know life a little better.
The way you think is the way you feel.
Or is it, the way you feel is the way you think?
Can’t it be both? Aren’t they inseparable and not something to disentangle in an effort to establish a source. The source is right here, watching silently.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight[...]
