“But it’s not so simple, that sort of ‘quiet hour.’ It has to be learnt. A lot of unimportant inner litter and bits and pieces have to be swept out first. … So let this be the aim of the meditation: to turn one’s innermost being into an empty plain, with none of that treacherous undergrowth to impede the view. So that something of ‘God’ can enter you, and something of ‘Love,’ too. Not the kind of love-de-luxe that you revel in deliciously for half an hour, taking pride in how sublime you feel, but the love you can apply to small, everyday things.” – Etty Hillesum, An Interrupted Life: The Diaries and Letters of Etty Hillesum
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