“If you imagine the solitary as “one” who has numerically isolated himself from “many others,” who has simply gone out of the crowd to hang up his individual number on a rock in the desert, and there to receive messages denied to the many, you have a false and demonic solitude. The true solitary does not seek himself, but loses himself. There is One solitude in which all persons are at once together and alone. The paradox of solitude is that its true ground is universal love — and true solitude is the undivided unity of love. Hence, we live in a world in which we say, “God is dead,” and do so in a sense rightly, since we are no longer capable of experiencing the truth that we are completely rooted and grounded in His Love. The answer is not found in words, but by living on a certain level of consciousness. These pages are, then, a landscape of the mind, a level of consciousness: the peace, the silence of aloneness in which the Hearer listens, and the Hearing is No-Hearing.
Where is silence? Where is solitude? Where is Love? Ultimately, these cannot be found anywhere except in the ground of our own being. There, in the silent depths, there is no more distinction between the I and the Not-I. There is redemptive Love. There we encounter God.
Unfortunately, modern man believes he is fruitful and productive when his ego is aggressively affirmed, when he is visibly active, and when his action produces obvious results.Their desire is only an illusion which cannot find fulfillment.”