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177 pages, Hardcover
First published December 1, 1996
his is the thing that finally hit me. My darkness was very tolerable when it was only dark night, something spiritually approved. But it is rapidly becoming “exterior� darkness. A nothingness in oneself into which one is pressed down further and further, until one is inferior to the whole human race and hates the inferiority. Yet clings to it as the only thing one has. Then the problem is that perhaps here in this nothingness is infinite preciousness, the presence of the God Who is not an answer, the God of Job, to Whom we must be faithful above all, beyond all. But the terrible thing is that He is not known to others, is incommunicable.Here in one paragraph is my own religious credo, which I have never seen better expressed. Toward the end of the correspondence, the two drifted further apart, with Merton hectoring Milosz for unpublished poems from Polish poets to appear in one of the many journals with which he was associated.
As to the efficacy of calls for peace, picketing etc., they probably rather increase the danger, as I said, 1) by exasperation and polarization of opinion into two hostile camps, which is a boon for right[wing] radicals; 2) by a possible miscalculation over there, in the Kremlin, a possibility of making one step too far in the blackmail.The letters span a ten year period during the Cold War between 1958 and 1968, when Thomas Merton died of a heart attack in Bangkok while conferring with Asian religious leaders. Milosz died in 2004.