Sorin Cerin Quotes on Pain (5 Quotes)

For man, the vanity of vanities represents first of all solidarity with his own universe, and this vanity is mans Salvation, the way through which he will defeat himself and defeat with it the entire universe which will become a mere appendix of his Sacred Self. Then when and to whom will the man pray But why does he have to pray What made God pray in the first place Fear Anguish Misery Pain A bit of all of this, this meant a lot. But when man will find his Sacred Self, he will be a strong Man, without fear, anguish, pain, anxiety. It is true, but then man will pray more than ever. Why Precisely because he will be stronger than ever, by being solidary to the universe, to the divinity of which he is a part. It is this solidarity that will make him pray to his own saving vanity To pray to his Sacred Self, so that he will never forget the existence of this saving vanity of vanities, that will take him in the lost paradise of his own thoughts The prayer will be nothing else than mans solidarity through vanity. And vanity will be this prayer that will never leave the man It was, it is and it will be mans destiny If man did not pray, even on subconscious level, he would lose his self vanity, which will set his Sacred Self free.

Why are we still born Why do we die Why are there villains in this so deceitful world Look at a waterfall or a winter picture where snow lies on the branches of the trees. Do they know is sunset or dawn are close, if they are so beautiful in the shining rays of the morning star I don not think they know we like them so much, as we cannot know if other being with other different Logical Coefficient like some of our characteristics that we do not even know we have. Then who are we Only a whisper of pain said in a evening clouded by the Creator, so clouded that this whisper gives immediately birth to death or better said, it becomes death when it is born, but an increasingly slow death until it truly passes the threshold of death and then is doe not die slowly anymore but resurrects, without knowing if this rebirth is one that will go towards a birth followed by another slow death, to the winter of the being because we know that spring always brings the buds of the new leaves that will later become the rusty colour of autumn, and if these leaves would not exist anymore, where would there be the deadly rusty colour of autumn It is nowhere.

It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns. What about winter, which is death When the pure snow white covers the naked bodies of the trees that no longer have leaves, when they sleep dreaming about the new leaves that will come over their bodies with bark covered by ice and freezing Do these trees know that they are just like our ancestors, that for generations produced branches of offspring in our history, of each one of us, even if these branches, some of them forgotten, have been almost fully burned by the original sin that came as a curse on our beings when we lots our Sacred Self, the divinity in us. As not even trees know how beautiful they are, in the eyes of the people, during spring, when they give birth to death, we do not know how beautiful we can be at the time of the first kiss or of the first love words to those for which we are, just as trees are for us a wonder of nature, of the spring. Why should we not find peace and the divinity within us like this, if the trees have done it to Or they do not know this peace Should they have an Original Sin too Are they as cursed as the humans are But why are we humans cursed Good God Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one, why, in this dream of yours, did you allow this whisper of pain, that is the Man to be also cursed Wasnt it enough that he was so frail in this huge ocean of suffering of his desecrated history.

What would be important to me in a moment like this one would be not to deem a mans life or Mankind as a tear of pain on the Creators face, but to think of it as a tear of happiness and fulfilment on its face called nature, which we see with the most diverse landscapes of this world. Then I will want with all my heart to thank to our Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one for the fact that this world is given to us only through the fact that we know of its existence, but be do not Know it and we will never Know it, precisely because KNOWLEDGE DOES NOT EXIST

And a new day will come, and a new evening and mans Sacred Self will understand that replacing the churches of the Evil and also of the sublime in him, of that unwritten Good that could not be stolen along with the Sacred Self, will require to put something else in return, that without praying an hope, without dream and poetry, without curse and pain, without happiness and fulfilment all of this would not even be a vanity of the vanities. It would not even be an Illusion of the illusions, but a waste of time, just like many ages were wasted under this cold and torrid sun, calm or not interested by what he sees with his angelic or demonic rays, depending on the dream this undecided, dreaming and meaningless man was dreaming