All my life, I have lived with the feeling that I have been kept from my true place. If the expression 'metaphysical exile' had no meaning, my existence alone would afford it one.

'You were wrong to count on me.' Who can speak in terms? God and the Failure.

A phantom cannot be cured, still less an enlightened mind. We can only cure those who belong to the earth and still have their roots in it, however superficial.

Won over by solitude, yet he remains in the world: a stylite without a pillar.