It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.

We are therefore blessed with powerful minds yet at the same time cursed, not only to die, but to know that we must.

But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing...and uninvolved. They were like spectators. You had the feeling they had just wandered in there themselves and somebody had handed them a wrench. There was no identification with the job. No saying, "I am a mechanic." At 5 P.M. or whenever their eight hours were in, you knew they would cut it off and not have another thought about their work. They were already trying not to have any thoughts about their work on the job.

Why wait for your happiness to come from your future blessings, when this moment already has all you need to live happily?

Let me be cursed, let me be base and vile, but let me also kiss the hem of that garment in which my God is clothed; let me be following the devil at the same time, but still I am also your son, Lord, and I love you, and I feel a joy without which the world cannot stand and be.

You must be a light unto yourself.