"When in the soul of the serene disciple with no more fathers to imitate
poverty is a success, it is a small thing to say the roof is gone:
He has not even a house. Stars as well as friends, are angry with the noble ruin.
Saints depart in several directions.
There is no longer need of any comment. it was a lucky wind That blew away his halo
with his cares, A lucky sea that drowned his reputation. Here you will find Neither a proverb nor a memorandum. There are no ways, N o methods to admire where poverty is no achievement.
His god lives in his emptiness like an affliction. What choice remains? Well to be ordinary is not a choice: It is the usual freedom Of men without visions"
- Thomas Merton