Out of the Silence: After the Crash

by Eduardo Strauch Urioste

We all occasionally fell into bouts of deep depression, but then the group would notice it and act in support of that person, like a living organism trying to rebuild its own weak cells.

That capacity of the mind to embrace infinity, that path toward an authentic spirituality, is one of the most beautiful lessons that my life on the mountain left me with.

I plant a white rose, In June as in January, For the true friend Who gives me his hand openly. And for the cruel one who tears Out the heart with which I live, I plant neither thorns nor nettles; I plant a white rose.

Solitude is beautiful, but there comes a point when seeing a human figure again gives us an instinctive joy, even more intense when the approaching figure is a friend.