I feign fullness, but in reality I am achingly empty. And it is because I too often sit at the table of the world instead of the feet of God.

Proclaim now that you refuse to die without fully living!

He looked down at his boots. That berth belongs to you too. It will always be there when―if you want to come back.Inej could not speak. Her heart felt too full, a dry creek bed ill-prepared for such rain. I don't know what to say.

John O'Donohue gave voice to the connection between beauty and those edges of life— thresholds was the word he loved— where the fullness of reality becomes more stark and more clear. If you go back to the etymology of the word —threshold,— it comes from —threshing,— which is to separate the grain from the husk. So the threshold, in a way, is a place where you move into more critical and challenging and worthy fullness. There are huge thresholds in every life. You know that, for instance, if you are in the middle of your life in a busy evening, fifty things to do and you get a phone call that somebody you love is suddenly dying, it takes ten seconds to communicate that information. But when you put the phone down, you are already standing in a different world. Suddenly everything that seems so important before is all gone and now you are thinking of this. So the given world that we think is there and the solid ground we are on is so tentative. And a threshold is a line which separates two territories of spirit, and very often how we cross is the key thing.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.