How I easily sit here at the margin of my life. Already nearly I am concerned by this inner silence.
“Soul, do worry! Don’t you see how open the ways lie in front of you? Look back, what can still all happen to you!”
“So what? Don’t you see, I am alive, still always and primarily: in spite of everything. Don’t you feel the gratitude, which is enfolding in your inmost? Don’t you taste the trust, that tastes sweet and warm and which looks ahead? In spite of everything.”