God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
