Who hides the rain? Who asks a question like that?
Have you entered the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of the hail, which I reserve for times of trouble, for days of war and battle?
You have to read the sacred texts. Ordinary books won’t do. Let the poetry alone fall in your ears.
Where were you when I laid the foundations of this earth? Where were you? Who asks you these kind of questions?
Where were you?
What do you know? Zero. What makes you think you are entitled to know more? Realizing this will shatter you. – Caroline Myss in mijn oor
Ze redt me. Ze geeft me boekentips: book of Job.
You have to go beyond reason, you cannot reason your way out, this is such a relief, such a liberation… there are no reasons, there is no why, no justice, no fairness, no entitlement, only cause and effect, setting things in motion.
It becomes perfectly reasonable to be unreasonable once you see your tiny reason(s) only bring you this far, reason not working out that ok for mankind either. Ain’t it perfectly reasonable to try unreasonable stuff when reason doesn’t work?
Powers of the soul are unreasonable. They work differently. That’s why (sic!) they work. The irony of this. De humor! De humor!