Give me a pure heart that I may see Thee. A humble heart that I may hear Thee, A heart of love that I may serve Thee, A heart of faith that I may abi… - Dag Hammarskjöld

Thou takest the pen–and the lines dance. Thou takest the flute–and the notes shimmer. Thou takest the brush–and the colors sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where Thou art. How, then, can I hold back anything from Thee.

The dizziness in the face of les espaces infinis — only overcome if we dare to gaze into them without any protection. And accept them as the reality before which we must justify our existence. For this is the truth we must reach to live, that everything is and we just in it.

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.