"How ought we to love God, Father?" he asked in a whisper.
"By loving men, my son"
"And how ought we to love men?"
"By trying to guide them along the… - Nikos Kazantzakis
"How ought we to love God, Father?" he asked in a whisper. "By loving men, my son" "And how ought we to love men?" "By trying to guide them along the right path" "And what is the right path?" "The one that rises" - Nikos Kazanzakis, Christ Recrucified
I hate all virtues based on food and bloated bellies; though food and drink are good, I'm better slaked and fed by that inhuman flame which burns in our black bowels. I like to name that flame which burns within me God!
Gather together in your heart all terrors, recompose all details. Salvation is a circle; close it!
