One foot in front of the other was all she could manage.
All your failures and hopes, your suffering and striving, are inconsequential, compared with this. They are nothing. You are nothing. It was a relief to be nothing; it felt deep and beautiful and true.
I think I can show them the path out. I understand now that itβs not a question of faith or hope; it exists, and we can find it. Itβs going to take some time, though.
Belief was uniquely human.
How did you merit so much devotion so quickly?' I asked, making no attempt to keep the sarcasm from my voice. 'I show them Heaven', said she, without a trace of irony. 'People are so desperate for light'.
I am the prayer.
I had felt the shot coming; I hadnβt realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?
Interpretation gives knowledge value, but it must evolve as new knowledge emerges. From a myriad incomplete truth, a greater whole.