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My prayer is not the whimpering of a beggar nor a confession of love. Nor is it the trivial reckoning of a small tradesman: Give me and I shall give you.
My prayer is the report of a soldier to his general: This is what I did today, this is how I fought to save the entire battle in my own sector, these are the obstacles I found, this is how I plan to fight tomorrow.
My God and I are horsemen galloping in the burning sun or under drizzling rain. Pale, starving, but unsubdued, we ride and converse.
- Saviors of God, Nikos Kazantzakis
My prayer is the report of a soldier to his general: This is what I did today, this is how I fought to save the entire battle in my own sector, these are the obstacles I found, this is how I plan to fight tomorrow.
My God and I are horsemen galloping in the burning sun or under drizzling rain. Pale, starving, but unsubdued, we ride and converse.
- Saviors of God, Nikos Kazantzakis
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My prayer is not the whimpering of a beggar nor a confession of love. Nor is it the trivial reckoning of a small tradesman: Give me and I shall give you. My prayer is the report of a soldier to his general: This is what I did today, this is how I fought to…
صلاتي ليسَت مثل توسّلاتِ الشحّاذين ولا هي اعترافٌ بالحب. وهي، بلا شك، ليست كالمُحاسبات التافهة التي يدعو بها تاجرٌ صغير: أعطِني وسأُعطيك.
صلاتي هي تقريرُ جنديٍ لقائِده: هذا ما فعلتُ اليوم، هكذا قاتَلتُ لأُفوزَ بالمعركة في القطاع الذي أنا فيه، هذه هي العوائِقُ التي واجَهتُ، وهكذا أُخطِّط للحرب غدًا. أنا وقائِدي فارِسانِ نعدو تحت الشمس الحارِقة أو المطر الغامِر. شاحبان، جائعان، لكن لا تُثنى عزيمَتُنا، نحنُ نركب ونتسامَر.
صلاتي هي تقريرُ جنديٍ لقائِده: هذا ما فعلتُ اليوم، هكذا قاتَلتُ لأُفوزَ بالمعركة في القطاع الذي أنا فيه، هذه هي العوائِقُ التي واجَهتُ، وهكذا أُخطِّط للحرب غدًا. أنا وقائِدي فارِسانِ نعدو تحت الشمس الحارِقة أو المطر الغامِر. شاحبان، جائعان، لكن لا تُثنى عزيمَتُنا، نحنُ نركب ونتسامَر.
I love it when new posts are related to older ones, it feels almost like there's a theme or a grand design that guides my ideas... While in reality they're all just a random mess
I know now: I do not hope for anything. I do not fear anything, I have freed myself from both the mind and the heart, I have mounted much higher, I am free.
- Saviors of God
- Saviors of God
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I know now: I do not hope for anything. I do not fear anything, I have freed myself from both the mind and the heart, I have mounted much higher, I am free. - Saviors of God
لقد أدرَكتُ الآن: أنا لا آمل في شيء. أنا لا أخافُ من شيء، لقد حرَّرتُ نفسي من العقل والقلب وارتَقيتُ عاليًا، أنا حر.
هالجملة "لا آمل في شيء، لا أخاف من شيء، أنا حر" مكتوبة على شاهد قبر نيكوس كازانتزاكيس بمدينة هيراكليون بجزيرة كريت
Out of my will to life and to health, I made my philosophy
- Friedrich Nietzsche
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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The transport of Christ to the grave, By Antonio Ciseri
The true "death of God" must've happened during those three days after Jesus' crucifixtion. Imagine being a disciple of Jesus (God in the human frame), and after his death, you had to carry your own God to the grave. This must've been Existential Crisis at its worst level.
I don't think his disciples would've been sad or in grief. They were probably so struck with dispair that they lost any and all will and motive.