Contemplation is at once a method of exit from and of entrance into ourselves.
When we return to the hut of contemplation deep in the forests of solitude, we may be surprised to discover no trace we ever left.
We do not know either where contemplation comes from or where it goes, taking us along with it.
Contemplation is inner art emancipated from the need for display.
Through contemplative rearrangement of our inner disposition, we may come to enjoy, not so much retrospectively as introspectively, what we lacked the courage or conviction to enjoy when the opportunity first presented itself to us.