You were saying you wanted to open the people's eyes. All right, you just go and open old uncle Anagnosti's eyes for him! You saw how his wife had to… - Nikos Kazantzakis

هذه هي الحرية.ان تهوى شيئا ما وان تجمع قطعا من الذهب وفجأة تتغلب على هواك وتلقي كنزك في الهواء ان تتحرر من هوى لتخضع لهوى اكثر نبلا منه.
لكن أليس هذا شكلا آخر من العبودية؟ أن تكرس نفسك لفكرة، لعرقك، الله؟

Even the most humble insect and the most insignificant idea are the military encampments of God. Within them, all of God is arranged in fighting position for a critical battle. Even in the most meaningless particle of earth and sky I hear God crying out: "Help me!" Everything is an egg in which God's sperm labors without rest, ceaselessly. Innumerable forces within and without it range themselves to defend it. With the light of the brain, with the flame of the heart, I besiege every cell where God is jailed, seeking, trying, hammering to open a gate in the fortress of matter, to create a gap through which God may issue in heroic attack.

The highest point a man can obtain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!