"there are too many of us, he thought. there are billions of us and that's too many. nobody knows anyone. strangers come and violate you. strangers come and cut your heart out. strangers come and take your blood. good god, who are those men? i never saw them before in my life!"
Edgar Wilson knows that God is in the high places and that He rises every day with the sun. His faith is strong, but he knows his own violence will never allow him to see the face of his Creator. He could redeem himself, but he’s never made the effort. His free will leads him in another direction. Edgar Wilson tries to hold onto the image of the sun and its rays emerging at dawn, because he knows that wherever he ends up, he won’t see the sun, nor its rays; there will be no dawn, nor the emergence of the Creator. There, it will be like a coal mine, buried in the depths, never seeing the light of day. Two years have gone by and Edgar Wilson still hasn’t forgotten the mine where he worked and how that darkness has forever affected him. In a way, he longs for it, to know that in the light of day there is judgment, and that everything lies hidden in the shadows.
“Whoever knows God has an effect on him.”
JungKitabı okudu
God has only written what is to be lived....... We don't know. He knows.
Sayfa 122Kitabı okudu
I had a client decades ago who suffered from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He
had to line up his pyjamas just right before he could go to sleep at night. Then he had to
fluff his pillow. Then he had to adjust the bedsheets. Over and over and over and over. I
said, “Maybe that part of you, that insanely persistent part, wants something, inarticulate
though it may be. Let it have its say. What could it be?” He said, “Control.” I said, “Close your eyes and let it tell you what it wants. Don’t let fear stop you. You don’t have to act it out, just because you’re thinking it.” He said, “It wants me to take my stepfather by the
collar, put him up against the door, and shake him like a rat.” Maybe it was time to shake
someone like a rat, although I suggested something a bit less primal.
But God only knows
what battles must be fought, forthrightly, voluntarily, on the road to peace.
Sayfa 77Kitabı okudu
...I'd quarrelled with him over the teachings of John the Scot, who held that our ignorance of God is the same as his ignorance of himself. He only knows what he creates because he creates everything he knows but he himself is above being...
“Well, what DO we want, then?”
“God knows. All we know is what we don’t want. That’s what’s wrong with us nowadays.”
Sayfa 105 - LiterartKitabı okudu
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending...
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Tanrı Sevgidir
"Sevgili kardeşlerim, birbirimizi sevelim. Çünkü sevgi Tanrı'dandır. Seven herkes Tanrı'dan doğmuştur ve Tanrı'yı tanır. Sevmeyen kişi Tanrı'yı tanımaz. Çünkü Tanrı sevgidir."
-Yuhanna:7-8
"Beloved, let us lone one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love."
-John:7-8
Sayfa 690
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in lowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.
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Don't you see, Dee—something has to be going on. Some movement.
Maybe somebody's organizing. How can we find out?" He pounds the ground behind her. "We should make contact! If we could only find out."
"The, the news?" she asks distractedly.
"The news." He laughs. "There's nothing in the news except what they want people to know. Half the country could burn up and nobody would know it if they didn't want. Dee, can't you take what I'm explaining to you? They've got the whole world programmed! Total control of communication. They've got everybody's minds wired in to think what they show them and want what, they give them and they give them what they're programmed to want—you can't break in or out of it, you can't get hold of it anywhere. I don't think they even have a plan except to keep things going round and round—and God knows what's happening to the people or the earth or the other planets, maybe. One great big vortex of lies and garbage pouring round and round getting bigger and bigger and nothing can ever change. If people don't wake up soon we're through!"
But I don't ask to go back to America, to be put in double harness again, to work the treadmill. No, I prefer to be a poor man of Europe. God knows, I am poor enough; it only remains to be a man.
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Suddenly he seemed aware of Hephaistion as a presence separate from his own. He sat down by him, and laid a hand on his knee. "He gave me leave to hear, if I vowed not to disclose it. It is the same with all the Mysteries. Anything of mine I would share with you, but this belongs to the god."
No, to the witch, thought Hephaistion; that condition was made for me. But he took Alexander's hand in both of his, and pressed it reassuringly. It felt dry and warm; it rested between his in trust, but sought no consolation.
"You must obey the god, then," said Hephaistion; and thought, not for the first time, nor for the last, Who knows? Aristotle himself never denied that such things have been; he would not be so impious. If it was ever possible, it must be so still. But it is a great burden for the mortal part to carry. He clasped more tightly the hand he held.
Sayfa 434 - Vintage Books – March, 1977Kitabı okudu
"That's not the end, Sokrates ends it. He says the best, the greatest love can only be made by the soul."
"Well," said Hephaistion quickly, "but everyone knows he was the ugliest man in Athens."
"The beautiful Alkibiades threw himself at his head. But he said that to make love with the soul was the greatest victory, like the triple crown at the games."
Hephaistion stared out in pain to the mountains of Chalkidike. "It would be the greatest victory," he said slowly, "to the one who minded most." Knowing that in the service of a ruthless god he had baited his trap with knowledge gained in love, he turned to Alexander. He stood staring out at the clouds, in solitude, conferring with his diamon.
Guilt-troubled, Hephaistion reached out and grasped his arm. "If you mean that, if it's what you really
want..."
He raised his brows, smiled, and tossed back his hair. "I'll tell you something."
"Yes?"
"If you can catch me."
Sayfa 255 - Vintage Books – March, 1977Kitabı okudu