Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell. - Dag Hammarskjöld

Somebody placed the shuttle in your hand: somebody who had already arranged the threads.

A heart pulsating in harmony with the circulation of sap and the flow of rivers? A body with the rhythms of the earth in its movements? No. Instead: a mind, shut off from the oxygen of alert senses, that has wasted itself on 'treasons, stratagems and spoils' — of importance only within four walls. A tame animal — in whom the strength of the species has outspent itself, to no purpose.

Our secret creative will divines its counterpart in others, experiencing its own universality, and this intuition builds a road towards knowledge of the power which is itself a spark within us.