The humans live in time but our Enemy (God) destines them for eternity.

And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins

We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

If we ignore it the truth that God is love may slyly come to mean for us the converse, that love is God.

When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

Bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.