kapnosberges at the foot of the place where the rubble of the ages of layers, and where small idols are carved out of the fallen, faces drawn and tired but strangely quiet faces - is there a blackboard. it bears an inscription in a secret but common language:
many climbed the summit because they sought God. they found between the peaks only live, and the limits of his strength - the most rushed out in this valley. here you see their faces. It is knowing faces.
is there first only cast safety in this world. there is only the potential of the rise - has condemned after the world up to this gipfelfuß - your inner ascent.
here's my advice to you:
Step one: you know what you love.
step two: you sew up the rest of what you love.
step three: you are what you love. You live what you love.
soon I'll also called thy countenance welcome here next to me.
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