شقيٌّ من ليس في داخله منبع السعادة شقي من يريد أن يعجب الآخرين ! شقي من لا يحس أن هذه الحياة والحياة الأخرى إن هما إلا حياة واحدة - Nikos Kazantzakis

All hopes and despairs vanish in the voracious, funneling whirlwind of God. God laughs, wails, kills, sets us on fire, and then leaves us in the middle of the way, charred embers. And I rejoice to feel between my temples, in the flicker of an eyelid, the beginning and the end of the world. I condense into a lightning moment the seeding, sprouting, blossoming, fructifying, and the disappearance of every tree, animal, man, star, and god. All Earth is a seed planted in the coils of my mind. Whatever struggles for numberless years to unfold and fructify in the dark womb of matter bursts in my head like a small and silent lightning flash. Ah! let us gaze intently on this lightning flash, let us hold it for a moment, let us arrange it into human speech. Let us transfix this momentary eternity which encloses everything, past and future, but without losing in the immobility of language any of its gigantic erotic whirling.

Gather together in your heart all terrors, recompose all details. Salvation is a circle; close it!

جل ما أردته في هذه الحياة: بيت صغير، وأصيص ريحان، و زوجة طيبة...لم أصل إلى ذلك...أبدا