The inner dimension and the hidden time have already been discovered.
There is no truth without faith. Nothing is proven except to the heart of one who believes.
The great lie that science has given us is that reality is material.
Science has given us a great lie. It is this lie that ends the current age of faith in God.
Justice is about harmony... revenge is about you making yourself feel better.
All this have I proved by wisdom: I said, I will be wise; but it was far from me. That which is far off, exceeding deep, who can find it out?
My grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! For now it would be heavier than the sand of the desert.
What is my strength, that I should hope? Is my strength the strength of stone? Or is my flesh of brass? Is not my help in me.
Though dead is promised to me, when will I slumber, deep? Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of an hireling? As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as an hireling looks for the reward of his work: So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul; Which long for death, but it cometh not; And dig for it more than for hid treasures; Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
One generation passes away, and another generation cometh forth: but the earth abides for ever.
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
The thing that had been, it is that which shall be; And that which is done is that which shall be done.
There is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, 'See, this is new?' it had been already of old time, which was before us.
I saw under the sun the place of judgement, β¦that wickedness was there; And the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there. β¦I said in mine heart, 'Who shall judge the righteous and the wicked:' for there is a time for every purpose and for every work.
All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.
I applied mine heart to know, and to search, and to seek out wisdom, And the reason of things, And to know the wickedness of folly, even of foolishness and madness: And I find more bitter than death, the woman, whose heart is snares and nets, and her hands as bands-
Your whole being is deeply troubled- personified the vision of a child's purity, lost in the wilderness of an ever-unchanging and imperfect world.
Loneliness is your only companion.
Only dead surpasses the sufferings