How peculiar it is when certain things that one used to turn one's back on will with one's penitence turn into one's pillar, a stepping stone to the heights of heavens;
when one turns the mirror, as yet turned to the world, to oneself, plunging into the real depths of things and overcoming the pangs of disillusion, the outward seeming, all of a sudden, one sights the truth, hidden deep within one, the threads of which lead to love...
... when one reveals oneself to be subjected to denouncement, one simultaneously opens up to lovingness, for all that one once withheld will surround one and all that one was once surrounded by will disappear in one; one's world is polarity, one lives on both sides, both the beginning and the end...
Thus, at once, one ceases one's raging fight, which has totally confused and disintegrated one's identity, and discovers that it suffices to take a little step in order to enter an obliging world; that it suffices to turn away from the darkness to sight the light; that but a single thread suffices to connect one with one's wildest dreams...
One is one's biggest enemy if one yields to unknowingness, if one lets fear and apprehension stop one, if one is misled and deprived of one's conviction: Then, one will search the silence for voices that one will not hear unless one cries out oneself; one will vainly look for traces that will never appear...
A chance lies in the dust like a gem in the dunes of your dread.
At times, it suffices to accept instead of rejecting; at times, it suffices to give instead of taking...
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