It is really difficult to reconcile inner peace with the unpredictable daily demands that sometimes seem to aim to destroy it. That is why it is necessary to come up with a conscious plan to sustain it, the primary action of which is to continually remind oneself of one’s need for it. That is exactly what refuge and inner peace are: necessities. Otherwise, one cannot achieve sobriety in one’s thinking, much less the tranquillity necessary for fair reflection.
It Is Incredible to See How Poetry…
It is incredible to see how poetry, from the middle of the last century onwards, has become practically unreadable. Unreadable and bad, with very few exceptions that seem to belong to another time. It is no use, not even with the utmost goodwill can the problem be overcome: contemporary poetry, at best, looks interesting, it deceives when endowed with an obscurity that seems to hold some treasure. In short, the effort to understand it never pays off. It is a shame.
Even Though They Border on the Unreal…
Even though they border on the unreal and inconceivable, mystical texts are undoubtedly more enjoyable reading than the petty literature of the banal. Because the former, like legends and fantastic literature, has a much more stimulating suggestive content than this commonplace realism, which makes reading seem like a tremendous waste of time. If it is to immerse oneself in letters, let it be so that the mind expands, and not so that it becomes trapped in what requires neither letters nor imagination.
Disdain Is the Most Childish Response…
Disdain is the most childish response to the reality of miracles. Facing them sincerely is an unparalleled exercise in humility, which imposes an awareness of insignificance and vulnerability that is foreign to modern presumption. In fact, to face them sincerely is to run the risk of slipping into a state of paralysis, perhaps discouragement, in the face of the irrefutable confrontation between what there is and what one is.