A magical portal opened inside my mind and conducted me into an astonishing world. … Before this moment I had divined but had never known with such p… - Nikos Kazantzakis

A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength
to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom.
I pity the poor slaves, they're nought but airy mist,
a light breeze scatters them, a fragrance knocks them down;
it's only just they crawl on the earth on hands and knees.
Today I'll write a hymn to God and pray for this great grace.

إذا انسحبت منهزماً سيصير موتي عاقراً . وسيضيع مع جسدي و ستتبعثر روحي أدراج الرياح . وإذا حاربت ببسالة فسأهبط إلى أعماق الأرض كثمرة مليئة بالبذور. نفسي سيهجر جسدي وسيتركه يفسد ، ثم سيُنظّم أجساداً جديدة ويستمر في المعركة .

What is the essence of our God? The struggle for freedom. In the indestructible darkness a flaming line ascends and emblazons the march of the Invisible. What is our duty? To ascend with this blood-drenched line. Whatever rushes upward and helps God to ascend is good. Whatever drags downward and impedes God from ascending is evil. All virtues and all evils take on a new value. They are freed from the moment and from earth, they exist completely within man, before and after man, eternally. For the essence of our ethic is not the salvation of man, who varies within time and space, but the salvation of God, who within a wide variety of flowing human forms and adventures is always the same, the indestructible rhythm which battles for freedom. We, as human beings, are all miserable persons, heartless, small, insignificant. But within us a superior essence drives us ruthlessly upward. From within this human mire divine songs have welled up, great ideas, violent loves, an unsleeping assault full of mystery, without beginning or end, without purpose, beyond every purpose.