It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is. - Hermann Hesse

The south winds roars at night, Curlews hasten in their flight, The air is damp and warm. Desire to sleep has vanished now, Spring has arrived in the night In the wake of a storm.

Most people are like a falling leaf as it twists and turns its way through the air, lurches and tumbles to the ground. Others, though – a very few – are like stars set on a fixed course; no wind can reach them, and they carry their law and their path within them.

It is the law of service. He who wishes to live long must serve, but he who wishes to rule does not live long...