It is in deep solitude that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brothers. The more solitary I am, the more affection I have for them. It is pure affection, and filled with reverence for the solitude of others. Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.
Now it is no longer a question of dishonoring them by accepting their fictions, believing in their images of themselves which their weakness obliges them to compose, in the wan work of communication. Yet there will, it is true, always remain a dialectic between the words of men and their being. This will tell something about them we would not have realized if the words had not been there. — Thomas Merton
Friends are like walls. Sometimes you lean on them, and sometimes it’s good just knowing they are there.
I felt moved today to thank everyone who has stopped by my place of words and inspiration. Thank you to those who landed on the doorstep and those who decided to come in and stay awhile. Thanks to those who, like old friends, return again and again and those who also tell their friends to come by and visit.
I appreciate you.
Every day, I thank God for the gifts of writing and speaking and being able to share them with all of you — my friends. We may not have met in person but we are friends just the same.
I know you are there. For that, I am grateful.