A welter of thoughts could be calmed by holding them in one’s palms as physical substances, if only one knew how.
The man is a wretch as man, but as human, he is immaculate.
One cannot quite say with any technical precision or with proper disambiguation as to what occurs to one in the state of encrushment; there seems to be a bind, a constriction of speech itself until it is naught but a point.
The private longs for the interior, the public longs for the exterior; and so it is with the law one follows and the Love one seeks — the essentially contingent dualism created by the One.
Glorifying the devil as a maximal monotheist is poetic excess born out of certain unstable psychological states — one is sympathetic to such states where even the accursed becomes a lover par excellence; however, one is best preserved in abstaining from opening certain books.
The colonizer is not a devil; he is a man — one must not worship man to the extent that he becomes myth.
What is paradise without memory?
Logic is definitional — the rules — one should not attempt to answer the problems of physics with logic, apart from as a scaffolding.
To say that man may act upon himself is optimistic; even claiming that man is able to reflect upon his actions is a rather fanciful hope — yet one persists in attempting to do so; who knows when the particular causal chains of good fortune may be affected by the Lord.
A proof is a proof, not existence itself.
What is the place of history and time in paradise?
In the state of encrushment, the soul and its substance have to excavate new spaces for themselves.
Under these bright middle-month moons, one wonders whether the only friend they had ever truly loved as a friend — the consummate form of a friend — was a dead man who had merely pressed down on some keys sat on a wooden stool.
People have the most mercy for children as they represent unrealized potentials, lives unspent — perception of incapacity often breeds affection in the psyche.
The only viaticum necessary in this existent we know as life is a vision that is able to see the grains.
All that the prisoner has at times to regain a sense of the world is some meagre attempt at a paysage composé in his mind.
Whether one may like it or not, an excessive concern with the foundations of religion, narrowly conceived in the form of, inter alia, literality, as being sufficient for a maximally actualized life qua mental activity, is a thorough effect of successful and devastative critiques of religion itself.
Encrushment transcends constriction in the narrow sense; in fact, paradoxically, encrushment, despite its severity and privation of expansion, offers an opportunity for a radical expansion of constriction, conceptually speaking.
The law saw one walk and pluck a flower, but did the One also see one walk and pluck a flower, or did the One see the One?
One must not confuse the master Jesus, the word of God and the son of Mary, peace be upon the two, with the master Ali, the Lion and the gate to all that is solid and real, may the Lord be pleased with him.
Audivimus de quodam mendicante, Faustino servo Dei appellato, qui erat ex ordine duorum marium.
Have religionists exhausted their vigor in inventing and solving theological problems? Such a low opinion of the One’s infinite character.