Gods are but greater demons, the Cishaurim said, hungers across the surface of eternity, wanting only to taste the clarity of our souls. Can you not see this?

The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.

Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.

Beliefs are the foundation of actions. Those who believed without doubting, he would say, acted without thinking. And those who acted without thinking were enslaved.

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.

This is the problem of all great revelations: their significance so often exceeds the frame of our comprehension. We understand only after, always after. Not simply when it is too late, but precisely because it is too late.