I want to be in New Zealand SO BADLY. I've dreamt about coming to New Zealand ever since I was a kid.
This is the law: blood spilt upon the ground cries out for more.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.
It appears to me that it [sin] is simply an attempt to penetrate into another and higher sphere in a forbidden manner. You can understand why it is so rare. There are few, indeed, who wish to penetrate into other spheres, higher or lower, in ways allowed or forbidden. Men, in the mass, are amply content with life as they find it. Therefore there are few saints, and sinners (in the proper sense) are fewer still.
In order to understand, observe, deduce, man must first be conscious of himself as alive.
The tribal community lived in the totality of circular time; the farmers of God's universe understood before and after; workers of the clockwork universe lived by the tick; and we creatures of the digital era must relate to the pulse.
What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?