The shepherd's hut is empty. The walls are bare, except where the picture of our Saviour hangs in the corner, waiting for the beings who are to come there. It is, and ever will remain, a blessing that men can thus bear with them, to desert wastes and lonely heights, the image of pure and perfect man. It is this which enables a more perfect civilization and a great history to take possession of the modern world.
If only the pure knowledge of the pure spirit always went with it.
(October.)--Now that winter approaches, my thoughts are always of the lonely shepherd's hut upon the mountain. I am always there in my dreams, alone and undergoing strange experiences. I think I must move up there next spring. I feel that life will be incomplete until I have spent a whole summer with plants and beasts, with mountain and brook, with the sun, the moon and the stars.
Art thou still dissatisfied, insatiate heart, always longing for something else? What can it be? I must and will have rest!
He who needs nothing but himself to be happy, is happy indeed.
Here, once again, I am like the first human being that walked the earth.