The man in ecstasy and the man drowning: both raise their arms.
In the fight between you and the world, back the world.
We are separated from God on two sides; the Fall separates us from Him, the Tree of Life separates Him from us.
It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.
Faith, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light.
My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.