A Saint Belongs To All Humanity.

The Words That Come Out Of Our Mouths Do Not Vanish But Are Perpetually Stored In Infinite Space, And They Will Come Back To Us In Due Time.

The Past Lives Within The Present, And Our Ancestors Breathe Through Our Children.

What Is The Point Of Roaming The World When It's The Same Misery Everywhere?

We're Stuck. We're Stuck Between The East And The West. Between The Past And The Future. On The One Hand There Are The Secular Modernists, So Proud Of The Regime They Constructed, You Cannot Breathe A Critical Word. They've Got The Army And Half Of The State On Their Side. On The Other Hand There Are The Conventional Traditionalist, So Infatuated With The Ottoman Past, You Cannot Breathe A Critical Word. They've Got The General Public And The Remaining Half Of The State On Their Side.

A Saint Belongs To All Humanity.