The word is the making of the world
I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.
It is the belief and not the god that counts.
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.