“The major and almost the only theme of all my work is the struggle of man with ‘God’: the unyielding, inextinguishable struggle of the naked worm called ‘man’ against the terrifying power and darkness of the forces within him and around him. The stubbornness of the struggle, the tenacity of the little spark in its fight to penetrate the age-old, boundless night and conquer it.”
“Some crackpots search for God, thinking perhaps he lurks somewhere amid the branches of the flesh and mind; some squander precious life, chasing the empty air; some, still more pigeon-brained, think they’ve already found him and work on his compassion with their begging whines till their minds break from too much joy or too much pain. But others, great brain-archers, know the secret well: by God is meant to hunt God through the empty air!”
– Nikos Kazantzakis
2 thoughts on “Morning Trip (28)”
I do not want to squander even one more moment of precious life. I want to feel God is the keyboard, the computer, the drizzle of warm July rain, the heart’s throbbing, the dryer’s insistent calling to be emptied, the husband’s wanting to sit and have coffee, the blue jay calling, this Elisa sharing, and, oh, everything else. Smiling your way today! Did you catch the smile?
YES!!! Like Gramma’s Raspberry Jam smeared across my cheeks from fresh baked bread mmmmmmmm….