Our identity lies in
the discovery of
the ground ofbeing.
Within himself the new man
does not discover
a completed identity
but a potential one.
„The soul of man left to its own natural level, is a potentially lucid crystal left in the darkness. It is perfect in its own nature, but it lacks something that it can only receive from outside and above itself. But when the light shines on it, it becomes in a manner transformed into light and seems to lose its nature in the splendour or a higher nature, the nature of the light that is in it" (Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain) .
(Graphic: Orange shining crystal vector abstract triangles seamless pattern)
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