Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand — and melting like a snowflake.
When the words are spoken, there is silence.
When the relative is over, the absolute remains.
The silence before the words were spoken,
is it different from the silence that comes after?
The silence is one and without it the words could not have been heard.
It is always there—at the back of the words.
Shift your attention from words to silence and you will hear it.
And for a moment―for a split second―everything else falls away, the whole pattern and order of my life, and a huge joy crests in my chest. I am no one, and I owe nothing to anybody, and my life is my own.
Fly, Caterpillar, Pear, and Centipede; Joris Hoefnagel, Flemish/Hungarian, 1542–1600, and Georg Bocskay, Hungarian, died 1575; Vienna,1561-62; illumination added 1591-96