"The perfect man, that is, he who has realized the divine within himself, is capable of absolute withdrawal from the world, just as much as he is capable of pushing his soul into every place and memory. The pure man is capable of bombarding the surroundings with his very essence, so that he can see the world from inside itself, and see the divine in the creatures. At the same time and with an equally astute approach, he can collapse on himself, pulling the peripherals of his soul from each and everything, then his soul reshapes itself as a sphere, attaining the least possible surface area, the least possible contact with externalities. Then, he experiences the world from above, not as un ongoing process but rather as a project that has been sketched on the desk of God an eternity ago. And then, when he collapses on himself, he experiences the divine from inside, not as action, but as potentiality."
The new gospels
�Poor humans! They have always chased the philosopher�s stone; the Midas touch, but how many of them desired the Midas look? They get mad whenever a new gospel is discovered, they have never found the remedy to their spiritual thirst. Will they ever find it but in the gospel within? Will they ever close their eyes and dive deep into themselves, to that exotic forest of fragile butterflies and wonderful fragrance of spring? They should then sit next to the nearest remnants of a cut tree and open the book that is put there. They should stare at its endless pages, on which no ink has ever been split, knowing that the white pages, by getting them nowhere, would still get them closer to God than the best written of human scrabbles. If they�d lift their head up then, they�d see how the beauty of the forest is boosted by the beauty within their hearts. As if the heart is transformed into an endless flood of divine love, that would fill one, and further flow to all.�
Asceticism
�Oh, what a poor creature,� I thought to myself as I walked past the poor man, �He is mercilessly torturing himself, as if the truth would see him and feel all the pain that is devouring his flesh. He is tearing his body so that the truth would reveal itself to him out of pity. Doesn�t he know that the truth is at farmost from being sentient?�