Where are we really going? Always home.
You are alone with everything you love.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!
Learning is pleasurable but doing is the height of enjoyment.
If the world is a precipitation of human nature, so to speak, then the divine world is a sublimation of the same. Both occur in one act. No precipitation without sublimation. What goes lost there in agility, is won here.