في هذا العالم لا يمكن أن تكون إلا واحدا من اثنين حملا أو ذئبا الحملان تؤكل و الذئاب تأكل . أفلا يوجد يا إلهي حيوان ثالث يكون قويا و طيبا في نفس الوقت… - Nikos Kazantzakis

Pain is not the only essence of our God, nor is hope in a future life or a life on this earth, neither joy nor victory. Every religion that holds up to worship one of these primordial aspects of God narrows our hearts and our minds. The essence of our God is STRUGGLE. Pain, joy, and hope unfold and labor within this struggle, world without end.

Descend you weary-laden, descend in the dark earth,
help me to finish swiftly my dread master's shroud,
let each hem hold my pain, each corner hide a crow,
a lean, voracious crow to peck his heart out bit by bit.

To cleave that sea in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.