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

Όσο υπάρχουν παιδιά που πεινούν, Θεός δεν υπάρχει!

أنا واثق بأنني جزء من الكون المرئي و اللا مرئي. نحن شيء واحد، القوى التي تعمل بداخلي و القوى الاخرى التي تدفعني لاعيش،و القوى التي تدفعني لأموت، هي بالتأكيد قواك أنت ايضا.
أنا لست جسدا معلقا لا جذور له في العالم، أنا تراب من ترابه و نفس من أنفاسه

لا اخاف وحدي و لا آمل وحدي و لا أًصيح وحدي، قطاع كبير وقوى هائلة من الكون تخاف و تأمل و تصيح معي

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.