Fifty years of this dream called life, which we change at will and which would have us change - have us discover the love we never lost. It waits beyond the thicket of our anxieties, like a warm lake washed in silence. If we would only greet it as ourselves, enter the soft glow of its depths, we could heal all these wounds of despair and see them as kindly messengers that had us never cease our searching. Then we could be simply human; as real and as innocent as this dream.

24 November 2000.