What is that from which you derive your spiritual juice?

May I come over and scream affirmations in your ear?

The love kills everything weed-like.

How does God operate? Nobody knows, of course. The grandest explanation is but conjecture. But this alone is certain: He plants seeds in a person, in the form of a weak, distant idea, to prepare them for a bliss unspeakable, should they embark on the quest to fulfill said idea.

My luxury is people. My obsession, compassion.

Wish you, my love, the best of health and Godspeed. God be with you.

It is absolutely spectacular how, when you experience constant pain for long periods of time, you start to, not merely accustom to it, but rather crave it, and feel life’s dull without it. For it is the only mechanism by which one can sensitize themselves to the subtlest

I show my vulnerability only to God.

It is not merely to gameify life to make it bearable; it is to remember that from life itself the concept of game arose. Life’s the grandest game.

I am a house unto myself, Lord, for in me I contain a part of You.

I am thirsty for transcendence.

I hope to make a difference to something potentially meaningless.

“Your spirit should be elevated, not downcast, but rather ardent, and yet in a detached, quiet stillness.”

“Baba, baba! I come to you and ask you, where is God?” “He is near, love. He is near. I myself can’t quite find Him, and it’s not written for me to do so, but know this: I devoted my whole life to bring Him close enough to you so that you may be able to.“

“Everything that you meet is already inside of you. What you need to do is to learn simply how to come into contact with what you already have.”

It is agape. The answer has always been agape. Only it can justify all the suffering in the world.

What I realised earlier? The coming together of a thousand scientists can never beat the gut feeling of one prophet.

A fine line between pointless waiting and wise patience. I love to tread that line.

Falling in love is analogous to the fall from paradise, as the person with whom you fell in love will literally consume you and strip you of your agency. Rising in love—now that’s agape, that’s true virtue, that’s something completely different and infinitely more beautiful.

It’s the capitalist mentality. We have to get. Get. Get. If you just slow down a second, you’ll see the perfect virtue lying behind everything.