Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood. - Nikos Kazantzakis

We do not struggle for ourselves, nor for our race, not even for humanity. We do not struggle for Earth, nor for ideas. All these are the precious yet provisional stairs of our ascending God, and they crumble away as soon as he steps upon them in his ascent. In the smallest lightning flash of our lives, we feel all of God treading upon us, and suddenly we understand: if we all desire it intensely, if we organize all the visible and invisible powers of earth and fling them upward, if we all battle together like fellow combatants eternally vigilant — then the Universe might possibly be saved. It is not God who will save us — it is we who will save God, by battling, by creating, and by transmuting matter into spirit.

Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.

أنا مخلوق مؤقت وضعيف، مصنوع من طين وأحلام، لكني أدرك أن في داخلي كل قوى الكون.