A Criminal Case

Good God, when will we humans become human? We wear trousers, collars, hats and we're still mules, wolves, foxes, pigs. We're supposed to have God's face. Who, we? I spit on our filthy mugs.--Zorba the Greek

Until Love purifies our desires of "the slag and dross of egotism," all our actions are criminal.

Bowing Out

In our minds, pleasure dances together with her stronger sister, pain. When we are in pain, pleasure is forced to sit out the dance no matter how much we prefer her as a partner.

A Lust for Life

 Zest is the surest sign of spiritual vigor.

A Crappy Solution

The secret to great art is to figure out how to turn the manure within us into fertilizer to fuel the creative process before we are overcome by the stench and produce more crap.

A Godless Age

 If men and women truly had faith, all talking of God would cease.

A Humble Realization

True intellectual humility requires no proof of the existence of God. The gift of humility itself is evidence of a Transcendent Being superior to man.

A Courageous Cure

Both a sense of futility and an indifference to others spring from the same source.

The cure for this spiritual malaise is simple courage.