He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between them and himself. A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of a window, watching strangers eat breakfast.
Quotes about plenitude (9 Quotes)
Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
Of liberty I would say that, in the whole plenitude of its extent, it is unobstructed action according to our will. But rightful liberty is unobstructed action according to our will within limits drawn around us by the equal rights of others. I do not add 'within the limits of the law,' because law is often but the tyrant's will, and always so when it violates the right of an individual.
This is why man creates his own universes when he Knows them, and these universes can never be prior to man because they are mere images of the vanity of vanities that will make whole mans thirst of solidarity with the Infinite, the Absolute and the Plenitude dusted by so much stardust of its own illusory image of life. To claim that Mans God is independent of him is a fiction, because this God is a God of the mans Illusion of Life because it cannot be any other way, because this the only way in which man can determine and recognize it, because only this way can this God exist.
The divine nature of this world involves for the human being the pure, absolute nature, the plenitude state of this world, because this is what the human being sees through divine, as it is divine too, it sees itself. Beauty consists of the divine nature of this world, just like the sublime and the perfection. In all theses, there is Good and Evil too. We cannot speak of sublime or divine perfection without knowing what Evil is in reference to the Good of the sublime, divine and perfection. The current hierarchy of the human society fights together with the cults for the Good alone, putting Evil aside and thus, by imposing the dictatorship of Good, leads to the exacerbation of Evil. If all these wrongs in the man are divine, is it worth it to wait for other hard times when he is to sacrifice other generations to reach the conclusion that most of the next generations will all be killed in order to allow a handful of villains to exist on top of the social pyramid, who will eventually realise that their vileness comes precisely from the hierarchy and when the hierarchy will disappear because there will not be the many and the tormented to support it, they will realize that the true path is the society of the Sacred Self. Is this all this worth it Does this Everest of suffering which is our world have a meaning No, it has no meaning for us, the human beings that know neither why we are born in this world, nor why we will die. We do not even know what we were before we were born or if we really were something, as we do not know if we will ever be something. Everything we know are all sorts of fairytales to which religious titles were given precisely because man find much more comfortable to declare fairytales for putting young children asleep as religions, turning them in fairytales for putting adult children asleep, instead of accepting the reality of Death and the impossibility of answering these questions.
The arts, as a reflection of human existence at its highest, have always and spontaneously lived up to this demand of plenitude. No mature style of art in any culture has ever been simple.
Eternal life and the invisible world are only to be sought in God. Only within Him do all spirits dwell. He is an abyss of individuality, the only infinite plenitude.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
Ours is a culture based on excess, on overproduction the result is a steady loss of sharpness in our sensory experience. All the conditions of modern life -- its material plenitude, its sheer crowdedness -- conjoin to dull our sensory faculties.