We each have a dream and we call this dream our beliefs, our faith, an ideological idea. Then we sleep and dream again a new world and we call this dream fantasy. ….
Divinity is! We are! Clearer than logic, more precise than habitual training, silence would not describe our nature.
Divine is not an ideal; it is not a concept that can be upheld, a state void of recrimination, a harmony without the utopian ideal – lost when one clings.