What is the truth of things? That we appear, exist, depart like mist. All is fleeting, yet this moment is permanent.
Let me exist here and now, Lord.
(Letter # 3,191)
What is the truth of things? That we appear, exist, depart like mist. All is fleeting, yet this moment is permanent.
Let me exist here and now, Lord.
(Letter # 3,191)