What is in the distance? What lies between here and there?
I have arisen, and at the end of the day I will rest. This day is clay, all I have.
Let me fashion objects of use that may awaken others. Let me give away all I make; none will last the night, and I will rise reborn each day with nothing.
What is in the distance? What lies between here and there?
(Letter #2,140)
Daily Letters to God 