Algebra applies to the clouds.
Love is a fault; so be it.
Popularity - a piece of faded tinsel, that is out of date.
Monastic incarceration is castration.
If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.
This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.