This life is an accommodation, and in it everything thought, word, action or feeling - once given birth, is taken care of, is raised, and brought to fruitfulness. One would hardly think that it could be so. One thinks: it is spoken and gone, or done and finished with, or it was felt and now it is no longer there. But it is only a change, and it is the change of which we are conscious. We know of something, and then it is no longer before us. We think it is gone - but it is still there. It remains, and it pursues its course, for it is life. In everything there is life, and life lives. As all is life, there is no death.