Contemplation not only enlarges the objects of our thoughts, but also the objects of our actions and our affections: it makes us citizens of the universe, not only of one walled city at war with the rest. In this citizenship of the universe consists man's true freedom, and his liberation from the thralldom of narrow hopes and fears.
Yandere Book and Show Aegon fighting over Reader would look something like this...
Book Aegon: "You are mine! Choose me. I could easily rip this weaklings head off and put it on a spike for you. I would even stop fucking painted whores if I were to have your hand in marriage. I only fuck the ones that look like you anyhow."
Show Aegon: "Mommy... 🥺"
Reader: "..."
Book Aegon: "You cannot seriously be considering this right now."
Lance, throwing their head into Keith's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Keith, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
God is invisibly present to the ground of our being: our belief and love attain to him, but he remains hidden from the arrogant gaze of our investigating mind which seeks to capture him and secure permanent possession of him in an act of knowledge that gives power over him.
We know [God] in so far as we become aware of ourselves as known through and through by him. We "possess" him in proportion as we realize ourselves to be possessed by him in the inmost depths of our being. ... Hence the aim of meditation, in the context of the Christian faith, is not to arrive at an objective and apparently "scientific" knowledge about God, but to come to know him through the realization that our very being is penetrated with his knowledge and love for us.
Our knowledge of God is paradoxically a knowledge not of him as the object of our scrutiny, but of ourselves as utterly dependent on his saving and merciful knowledge of us.
I have never believed in any personalized distribution of eternal Light. No Lord God is going to see to it, no celestial accountant. It would be hard for one individual to bear so much suffering, especially an omniscient one; in my view they would collapse under the burden of all that pain, unless equipped in advance with some form of defense mechanism, as Mankind is. Only a piece of machinery could possibly carry all the world’s pain. Only a machine, simple, effective and just. But if everything were to happen mechanically, our prayers wouldn’t be needed.
— Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, Olga Tokarczuk (trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones)
You can discard most of the junk that clutters your mind — things that exist only there — and clear out space for yourself: by comprehending the scale of the world; by contemplating infinite time; by thinking of the speed with which things change... the narrow space between our birth and death, the infinite time before, the equally unbounded time that follows.
Somehow, it pains me to cut people off. Like the feeling of contemplating because they've been a part of me. Tolerating because they played the important roles in my life. But then came disrespect and betrayal.
It's too easy to find a reason to leave them behind and go forth on our own. But no one talks about how hard it is to decide whether you'd do it or not. You trust them like they're your family. You knew you gave out your best to please them. You made efforts to keep them. Only to clamp your heart with the brokenness.
I feel hurt that I need to cut off the significant persons in my life just to save myself. I guess, not everything is worth fixing.
Man sacrifices his health to make money, then he sacrifices his money to recuperate his health. He is so anxious about the future, that he doesn't enjoy the present. And he lives as if he's never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.