Better to illuminate than merely to shine to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate.
Now, we turn to the gods – not for guidance or protection, but as experimental subjects. Deities, demons and other supernatural entities can be considered as self-perpetuating structures in the elemental chaos. They might be naturally accreting structures, or perhaps they were unconsciously shaped over many generations by blind faith. These self-perpetuating structures can channel elemental energy through congruent souls – or, to put it another way, saints manifest the sacred blessings of the gods.
Gods – all gods, I think – are just spells that keep going. Like waterwheels powered by the passage of souls, maybe. Prayer strengthens them, and so does residuum, the portion of the soul that remains in the corpse after death. The gods are not omniscient or omnipotent, just very different from us. More powerful in some ways, but locked into patterns of behaviour they cannot change, so they’re not really sentient, I suppose. Saints are p-p-points of congruency between our world and theirs.
Curiosity, humility and compassion, these are the fundamental pillars of monkhood, if you have these in your life, then you are a monk, regardless of your financial status and relationship status.
I am no religious preacher, or a spiritual teacher, nor am I an intellectual philosopher or a divine incarnation - I am you in the service of you.
About the Saint's amorous adventures, by the way, I can't speak so brazenly.
A man does not have to be an angel in order to be saint.
Is it experimental to have been influenced by the Bible? By Saint Augustine?
William Bennett is my patron saint, one of them. Redd Foxx is another.
I married a saint - well, a saint who curses.
Don't call me a saint. I don't want to be dismissed so easily.
Saint: A dead sinner revised and edited.
I replaced Jim Garner in 'Maverick.' I replaced George Sanders in 'The Saint.' I've replaced everybody.
Many of the insights of the saint stem from their experience as sinners.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
I want to be like the patron saint of reality.
I'm regarded as the patron saint of manicurists.
She was a patron saint of the peripheral.
All backups take their cue from Elrod Hendricks, the patron saint of erstwhile catchers.
I'm no saint. I'm no angel. I never proclaimed to be.