God of the piecing Quiet

You say more in silence

than we in noise;

speaking to us in gentle language

we shout at You our words.

When will we enclose the din

with the list'ning sound of silence?

When will we echo Your noise

with the tumult of the Quiet?

*A friend told me: "Sometimes we stumble into the will of God".  And I added: "Sometimes, through that, we fall into the well that is God.

*When the parousia happens, there will be somebody cleaning up the shit.

*You need not leave your room.  Remain sitting at your table and listen.  You need not even listen, simply wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary.  The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmarked.  It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy, at your feet.

-Kafka