Random thoughts


In Deventer … there was contact with God and with every person I met …. There were cornfields I shall never forget, whose beauty nearly brought me to my knees …. And the sun, which I drank in through all my pores. And back here each day is a thousand fragments, … and God, too, has departed.

An Interrupted Life: The Diaries and Letters of Etty Hillesum 1941–43