A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things.
The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life.
Time passed so much more slowly than space.
Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross.
A false vision was better than none.
it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer.