الفكرة هي كل شيء ، أَعندكَ إِيمان ؟ إِذن فإن قطعة من باب قديم تصبح رفاتا مقدسا . ليس لديك إيمان ؟ إن الصليب المقدس كله يصبح بابا قديما - Nikos Kazantzakis

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!

Speak straight and clear! I only hear that manly prayer
which like a huge fist breaks my head against the stones.

The moment is ripe: leave the heart and the mind behind you, go forward, take the third step. Free yourself from the simple complacency of the mind that thinks to put all things in order and hopes to subdue phenomena. Free yourself from the terror of the heart that seeks and hopes to find the essence of things. Conquer the last, the greatest temptation of all: Hope. This is the third duty.