You feel you are hedged in; you dream of escape; but beware of mirages. Do not run or fly away in order to get free: rather dig in the narrow place which has been given you; you will find God there and everything. God does not float on your horizon, he sleeps in your substance. Vanity runs, love digs. If you fly away from yourself, your prison will run with you and will close in because of the wind of your flight; if you go deep down into yourself it will disappear in paradise.
– Gustave Thibon
This speaks to me at the moment. I came across it while searching for more information about Thibon, whose name was cited approvingly in the appendix to Josef Pieper’s Leisure the Basis of Culture, which I was just reading. I can’t seem to find many of Thibon’s writings translated into English, or very much information about him, aside from his edition of Simon Weil’s writings. The little I’ve read, I find very appealing. Can anyone help me to find more?