Behold God Beholding You...and Smiling.

When I Speak, You Must Not Listen To The Words, My Dear. Listen To The Silence.

The Master Was Exceedingly Gracious To University Dons Who Visited Him, But He Would Never Reply To Their Questions Or Be Drawn Into Their Theological Speculations. To His Disciples, Who Marveled At This, He Said, "can One Talk About The Ocean To A Frog In A Well Or About The Divine To People Who Are Restricted By Their Concepts?

What I Really Enjoy Is Not You; It's Something That's Greater Than Both You And Me. It Is Something That I Discovered, A Kind Of Symphony, A Kind Of Orchestra That Plays One Melody In Your Presence, But When You Depart, The Orchestra Doesn't Stop. When I Meet Someone Else, It Plays Another Melody, Which Is Also Very Delightful. And When I'm Alone, It Continues To Play.

Every Word, Every Image Used For God Is A Distortion More Than A Description.

If You Make Me Your Authority, You Harm Yourself Because You Will Not See Things For Yourself, And You Harm Me Too Because You Refuse To See Me As I Am.