MY MARRIAGE was the first wise thing I ever did.

Even
materially it marked the end of the descent and the beginning
of the upward swing, for soon after it was agreed I received an
offer of a post as English master at a government college for
training ships officers and engineers in the new port of Gdynia.
They were looking for a suitable person and someone had
mentioned my name.
It was quite a while before it was agreed upon, because the lady
was not at first convinced. The perseverance and one-pointedness to
convince her was a sort of rehearsal for the spiritual training to come
later. Even at the time I felt it to be a process of strengthening like the
forging of steel through fire. An indication of her nobility of character
was that my lack of job or prospects was not one of the things that
made her hesitate. She herself was working at the time as a secretary
and translator to the general manager of a large combine.
This was also the time when I made my last serious attempt
at poetry with a long philosophical poem in blank verse. Therewere occasional flashes of insight
in it; for instance, after writing
of mans insignificance when the whole earth on which he lives
is no more than a speck of dust in the cosmos, I went on to
refute this view by bringing in the conception of infinity, which
dissolves differences of magnitude