Non mi rimane che tacere. O quam salubre, quam iucundum et suave est sedere in solitudine et tacere et loqui cum Deo! Tra poco mi ricongiungerò col mio principio, e non credo più che sia il Dio di gloria di cui mi avevano parlato gli abati del mio ordine, o di gioia, come credevano i minoriti di allora, forse neppure di pietà. Gott ist ein lautes Nichts, ihn rührt kein Nun noch Hier... Mi inoltrerò presto in questo deserto amplissimo, perfettamente piano e incommensurabile, in cui il cuore veramente pio soccombe beato. Sprofonderò nella tenebra divina, in un silenzio muto e in una unione ineffabile, e in questo sprofondarsi andrà perduta ogni eguaglianza e ogni disuguaglianza, e in quell'abisso il mio spirito perderà se stesso, e non conoscerà né l'uguale né il disuguale, né altro: e saranno dimenticate tutte le differenze, sarò nel fondamento semplice, nel deserto silenzioso dove mai si vide diversità, nell'intimo dove nessuno si trova nel proprio luogo. Cadrò nella divinità silenziosa e disabitata dove non c'è opera né immagine. 

Fa freddo nello scriptorium, il pollice mi duole. Lascio questa scrittura, non so per chi, non so più intorno a che cosa: stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus. 

I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies.

I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile--a pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were men, trained cadres, these men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled with love--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.

I'VE SEEN THE HORROR
I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies.
I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile--a pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were men, trained cadres, these men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled with love--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.