If God is One, and if there can be no other God, there can be no idea of God.
That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?
A realization that the founding principle of existence is what we call love, which works itself out sometimes not clearly, not cleanly, not immediately, nonetheless ineluctably.
There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God. . . These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside.
Just beyond the ticket booth Father had painted on a wall in bright red letters the question: DO YOU KNOW WHICH IS THE MOST DANGEROUS ANIMAL IN THE ZOO? An arrow pointed to a small curtain. There were so many eager, curious hands that pulled at the curtain that we had to replace it regularly. Behind it was a mirror.
The animals might embody certain traits. We think of tigers as being ferocious, etc. But to my mind, it was the other way around: the humans embodied certain animal traits.
It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.
If you have zero access to the Internet, that is an offline device.
Empathy is really important. . Only when our clever brain and our human heart work together in harmony can we achieve our full potential.
Once I put that wig on, I didn't say an intelligent thing for four months. My voice went up. I walked differently. I'd ask incredibly stupid questions.
But the love of adventure was in father's blood.