No one in this world is chosen for something,
but everyone can dress in the clothes of the chosen one –
the cold for others and the darkness for himself –
as if he were counting down his days,
but even he alone does not know why.
But everyone is equally naked,
and only he who remains naked in front of a fellow human being
is like the dew and grace of silence
in the spring fields on a clear sunny day.
The Spirit of Truth 