The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?
Intelligence is the shadow of objective truth. How can the shadow vie with sunshine?
Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.