Time is an illusion that makes us all pant. - Yann Martel

But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in his mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? — Love. That was his answer.

It's amazing how willpower can build walls.

الإيمان بالله هو انقتاح كامل, تسليم مطلق, ثقه عميقه, فعل حب حر, لكن أحياناً كان من شبه المستحيل أن أشعر بالحب. أحياناً كان قلبي يغرق بسرعة بالغضب, و الإحباط و القلق, كنت أخشى أن يغرق إيماني في قاع المحيط الهادئ فلا يعود بإمكاني انشاله