Blessed is he who believes in the illusion because thus he can find his great truth!
How many truths pass wrecking through the Illusion of Life, but none of them is an absolute truth therefore the real truth!
To say that death opposes life is just the same as you would say you live the absolute truth.
I believed in the faith of faith without acknowledging his quality of being an absolute truth.
Never hide your fear because it will become your own God, hidden inside you.
How would this world be if there was not God? The answer is simple: it would become itself God.
God, listen to the absurdity within us and raise us from the illusion!
Please, dear God of happiness, show the radiance of your spectrum to our world, which here means to forget everything.
Does anybody know which are the thoughts of God, even if they are plants, mountains, sky, stars or whatever else?
Can I tell from the twilight from which the world is built that I am a sunrise in this life?
Once we are a creation, how much absurdity can there be in our heart without God the Creator.
I can never feel that the Illusion of Life is a truth as long as any illusion reflects unreality; however, even an untruth is a truth in its turn.
The world of an animal is reduced to its perimeter. Human world is reduced to its perimeter, but does the world of God have perimeters? If it does then it is not infinite, but if it doesn’t, it means that this is not a world.
Between world and animal are fewer questions than between man and world. How many such questions are there in God’s Word?
Who prays at help in the Illusion of his Life does not understand that his only aid is death
There are no names that do not desire fame because we come from God.
Do not ever go out of yourself because you will get lost even from your life.
If we deny the thirst of love, we stand to lose the last known address of the stranger whithin us.
How can you be one of the stars of heaven, when the stars are innumerable? What star number do you have?
We will never be more that we have been destined to be!
The absolute truth is one for an infinity of possible relative truths which lie.
Emptiness is this world’s greatest discovery. Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?
The ending can only start with the beginning and end with self estrangement, as to become once again his own/old self. This is why every man is a continuous ending.
No one can surely know what knowledge is without the presence of truth.
Each coil has the earthquake which created it, as every death has the life that gave birth to it.
Is the sunrise superior just because it goes before the sunset with a day and sunset goes before the sunrise with a night? Could there be day without night and sunrise without sunset, life without death?
Even the snow melts, let alone the frugal regards of a soul confident in its own eternity.
The meaning of the words is necessary and not their extent.
TO BE is life’s dilemma while facing the eternity of death.
We should all have the freedom to die with majesty in an unworthy life which was subjected to sin and vanity.
To breath through the truth is not the same with knowing it.
The truth can only be absolute as any relativity may include the untruth towards the system of reference where it varies.
Our entire life worth’s less than one moment of the absolute’s truth vanity.
Without the absolute truth, to know the truth value of our own existence is beyond our strengths/limits/possibilities.
We are beings only in the extent of Our Life’s Illusion.
To be is the greatest paradox of life facing death.
The well of your soul will not experience the drought until in front of her will appear the moment of eternity to drink from the water of death.
We are certainly descendents of the sea for our tears are salted and when we shed them on the jowl of time, the sea that has always been within us flows on our face.
Believing in what you don’t know is as true as believing in what you know as long as your life is just an illusion.
We hope that we will live only because we must be with God, as alive as He is.
Don’t hope you will receive help from the words of life because they all bring you to death.
Believe in the hope of your Life Illusion because this is the only real thing that you posses!
What branch does not have its leaves and which twig will not have its flowers?
The only advantage of knowledge is that it can justify suffering.
Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.
Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.
The belief in death leads meditating about life; meanwhile, the belief in life leads you thinking about death.
The Death’s Field is the mirror which allows us the knowledge of the world we living in.
The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us.
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
Who knows the life which does not burn its own time moments?
We pass through Time from birth in order to have from where to come, together with death.
I know none of Time’s cardinal pillar on which it says forever just because eternity is not Time anymore.
What beauty could be your life’s mountain peak which you could climb all the way up?
No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you.
The soul is a prolonged anniversary of our lives in this world.
How much soul can include the self-salvation of sin?
Do not expect peace with the enemy whose worth you do not recognize.
What can we do without pain in front of happiness?
With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?
Where does the world’s zephyr strike from the view which let you to live the eternal moment of love other than in the Divine Light of sight?
tears,love,life Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?
There is no longer waiting for anyone, but for death.
The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God’s Word.
We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny.
Listen to the advice of your own Destiny! All is a given!
We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.
Nobody will ever be able to understand the meaning of the measure of his own words.
Who can be close to you without the Divine Light of his heart?
Why is man the being who won in the world of emptiness, dethroning all animal species? For he is closest to the perfection of emptiness.
How many consuming fires can there be in the words: freedom, peace and democracy and how easy they can be extinguished by ignorance, stupidity and arrogance?
Was there someone absent from the table of creation?
Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.
Which eternity can be bigger or smaller? But which reality can be an eternity in your mind?
How much weight can carry a thought which does not acknowledge that it is an illusion?
Where do we people go if not towards the perfection of our own illusion?
How many minutes will still die in the swamp of your illusion of being human?
Could there ever be a wise man without the wisdom or life or without the death of illusion?
We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.
Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.
When clouds will become heavier than the land in us led our entire life by the steps of our Destiny, we will understand that not their moments’ rain has darkened the sun of our life, but the failure to be ourselves.
All the stars in the sky cannot worth as much as yours only because it belongs to you.
Nobody has ever been beyond his own Illusion of Life.
However much we would adore the past it will forever die in the future with us.
Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.
Have you ever been further away than yourself? Where?
What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?
Was there ever something not known before it was recognized?
What shell did not feel the sound waves and which bird did not face at least once the wind?
Do not walk away from death because you came out of it.
Do not rummage through your thought’s drawer because you will be ever more disorientated than they are.
There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.
If you combine the suffering’s great color palette you will find happiness as well.
Does somebody know why the consciousness of death has to die?
No matter how many snowstorms will pass through you, none will bring you the spring like love will.
One will never find in the waterfall of sights anything else than the Illusion of Life, which falls in torrents on the granite rocks of the souls.
We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live.
I have reached this world’s dreams harbor as devoid of truth as any other soul that dreams it lives through knowledge.
Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?
However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world’s emptiness clouds.
Just the inexplicable wants to be understood within the nonsense of emptiness that belongs to this world of illusion.
Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death.
To believe in what you don’t know is as true as to believe in what you do know as long as life is an illusion.
We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word.
Of how much light will my destiny’s eyes have to become aware until it will come true in death?
The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.
The one who did not understood that his time’s root supports his life tree was born in vain.
We have a lot of thoughts throughout our entire life, but ultimately we get all to the conclusion of a single thought: Death!
We are born more dead than when we die after we have searched death through the storm of the instants of our entire life.
Not the measure of words is necessary, but their meaning.
Who can believe in illusion even if we all live the Illusion of Life?
You can just be your self’s stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!
Who can play without wanting to succeed even with a sentimentally gain?
Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.
No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.
Do not be to yourself more that God may be to you.
We can never succeed in knowing our own self without holidays and anniversaries.
Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.
No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.
Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.
Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death.