In the universe there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
~ William Blake in THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL
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.