إن واجبك و أنت تقدم خدمتك التطوعية لبني جنسك هو أن تشعر في داخلك بكل الأسلاف. واجبك الثاني هو أن تضيء انطلاقتهم و ان تواصل عملهم. واجبك الثالث هو ان … - Nikos Kazantzakis

أنا مخلوق مؤقت و ضعيف، مصنوع من طين و أحلام لكني أدرك أن في داخلي تصطخب كل قوى الكون

Even the most humble insect and the most insignificant idea are the military encampments of God. Within them, all of God is arranged in fighting position for a critical battle. Even in the most meaningless particle of earth and sky I hear God crying out: "Help me!" Everything is an egg in which God's sperm labors without rest, ceaselessly. Innumerable forces within and without it range themselves to defend it. With the light of the brain, with the flame of the heart, I besiege every cell where God is jailed, seeking, trying, hammering to open a gate in the fortress of matter, to create a gap through which God may issue in heroic attack.

God is imperiled. He is not almighty, that we may cross our hands, waiting for certain victory. He is not all-holy, that we may wait trustingly for him to pity and to save us. Within the province of our ephemeral flesh all of God is imperiled. He cannot be saved unless we save him with our own struggles; nor can we be saved unless he is saved. We are one. From the blind worm in the depths of the ocean to the endless arena of the Galaxy, only one person struggles and is imperiled: You. And within your small and earthen breast only one thing struggles and is imperiled: the Universe.