Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
“The range in brightness from the purple glow [of the sunset] to the dark sky above is too great for most films, and naturally it is beyond the range of printed pictures.”
Faith is a light of such supreme brilliance that it dazzles the mind and darkens all its visions of other realities, but in the end when we become used to the new light, we gain a new view of all reality transfigured and elevated in the light itself.
If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
When there is light in the soul, there is beauty in the person; When there is beauty in the person, there is harmony in the home; When there is harmony in the home, there is honour in the nation; When there is honour in the nation, there is peace in the world.
Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light -- with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence in the form of the wakening Day.
When there is light in the soul, there is beauty in the person; When there is beauty in the person, there is harmony in the home; When there is harmony in the home, there is honour in the nation; When there is honour in the nation, there is peace in the world.