The soul’s natural inclination to love beauty is the trap God most frequently uses in order to win it and open it to the Breath from on high.
~ Simone Weil
In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each individual a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.