In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.
In reality, every reality is a veil over reality.
When the eye becomes the heart, the heart becomes the eye.
The world is ancient, but it has not lost its newness.
When the child is ill, the mother will know how to pray.
We wish to become one thing or another, rather we wish to become everything and in this pursuit of becoming everything we only end up becoming idiots.