Profound and incommensurable is the worth of this flowing world: God clings to it and ascends, God feeds upon it and increases. - Nikos Kazantzakis

You gave me your curse, holy Fathers. I give you a blessing: May you be as moral and religious as I am.

I will not accept boundaries; appearances cannot contain me; I choke! To bleed in this agony, and to live it profoundly, is the second duty. The mind is patient and adjusts itself, it likes to play; but the heart grows savage and will not condescend to play; it stifles and rushes to tear apart the nets of necessity.

God huddles in a knot in every cell of flesh. When I break a fruit open, this is how every seed is revealed to me. When I speak to men, this what I discern in their thick and muddy brains. God struggles in every thing, his hands flung upward toward the light. What light? Beyond and above every thing!