Today words curve around my vision,
Stumbling from my parched core
To soak again those strands of silence.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart - the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.

As love leads the way, the steps will be made easy.

People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds. It is something one creates.

Everything and everyone has a place to be, Echo. It’s just a matter of how they get there and when. You have a place; you just have to find it.