"The god of today is rampant and drenched. His arms spread, bearing moist pastures; his fingers spread, fingering the shore. He rises, new and surrounding; he is everything that is, wholly here and emptied--flung, and flowing, sowing, unseen, and flown."
"We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all. We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God."
"Give the mind two seconds alone and it thinks it's Pythagoras"
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