The acknowledgement that the Mystery is a cosmic principle constitutes a choice for man. The decision to set out from the threshold of the abode of the I of me today, to Santiago, where the transfigured I at the goal of this very wandering shall abide. And the experience of confronting the Truth is often a shock resulting in the conviction that nothing in my life will ever be the same again.
Like wandering over flights of disappearing steps. And though a man has taken his decision to embark, it is ultimately something that draws him, for one to reach out one’s hands for what lies hidden and awaiting one.
In this leap into the unknown the less there is of my shock and the more of esteem and listening, then the closer is the presence in being within the Presence. The closer for my empty extended hands drawn by the beauty of the voice of a subtle silence, to be fused with other hands.
We are pilgrims of the heart, and not eternal wanderers who cannot call any heart their own abode.