I've just finished reading PACEM IN TERRIS, a love story by Frederick Franck. The love story of building this house/home as a spiritual retreat, open to everybody, free. It's a beautiful book, on loan to me by my friend Frank. He knows what's good for your soul. "I knew, for sure, where my drawings came from: The pen became the seismographic needle that traced down the tremors on the retina." "The meaning of life is to see."
