I sit alone in my study at Sils-Maria, the air thin and biting against my face. Outside, the snow falls without mercy on the peaks, burying the tracks of men who fear the cold. A fire burns low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the books that pile up like fallen stones. I watch a student struggle with a Greek grammar, his brow furrowed in pain, yet his mind…
“The discipline of suffering, of GREAT suffering—know ye not that it is only THIS discipline that has produced all the elevations of humanity hitherto?”