“We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods.
When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours.
And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful?
For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.”
~ Letter to Oskar Pollak, November 8, 1903 (written at the age of 19)
This poem arrived in a beautiful post from Sacred Familiar…
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