We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror
You think the shadow is the substance.
Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.
Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?
Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.