Let us keep this truth before us. You say you have no faith? Love--and faith will come. You say you are sad? Love--and joy will come. You say you are alone? Love--and you will break out of your solitude. You say you are in hell? Love--and you will find yourself in heaven.
Earth, give me back your pure gifts, the towers of silence which rose from the solemnity of their roots. I want to go back to being what I have not been, and learn to go back from such deeps that amongst all naturala things I could live or not live; it does not matter to be one stone more, the dark stone, the pure stone which the river bears away.
