“There exists in Ein Sof, that is, in the Infinite itself, in the divine source, absolute good, which is the origin and source of all perfection and all good in the world. It is perfection, and perfection requires no alterations, it is dignified and immovable, there can be no movement in it. But for us, who look upon it from the underside of creation, from afar, this motionlessness seems dead, and therefore bad, yet perfection excludes movement, creation, change, and therefore the very possibility of our freedom. That is why it is said that in the depths of absolute good, the root of all evil is concealed, and that root is the negation of every miracle, every movement, and all that is possible and all that might still happen. For us, then, for people, good is something other than what it is for God. For us, good is the tension between God’s perfection and his withdrawal in order that the world might arise. For us, good is the absence of God from where he could instead be.” WorldGodEvilFreedomDivinePerfectionAbsenceGoodAbsoluteEin Sof Book:The Books of Jacob Source: The Books of Jacob
“Why should God want sacrifices when he can take whatever he likes? Why should he be given something when he possesses it all anyway?” GodSacrifice Book:The Empusium Source: The Empusium
“Perciò la morte dovrebbe farci gioire. Erano questi i miei pensieri mentre cantavo, ma in fondo non ho mai creduto a una distribuzione personale della Luce. Nessun Signore Iddio se ne occuperà, nessun contabile celeste. Un unico individuo potrebbe difficilmente sopportare tanta sofferenza, soprattutto se è onnisciente, credo che andrebbe in pezzi sotto il peso di questo dolore, a meno che non si sia già munito di certi meccanismi di difesa, come l'Uomo. Solo una macchina sarebbe in grado di sopportare tutto il dolore del mondo. Solo un congegno semplice, efficace e giusto. Ma dal momento che tutto dovrebbe accadere meccanicamente, allora le nostre preghiere sono superflue.” GodDeathQuestion Of Life Book:Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead Source: Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
“The light moved within itself and flared up. A pillar of light tore into the darkness and there it found matter that had been immobile forever. It struck it with full force, until it awoke God in it. Still unconscious, still unsure what He was, God looked around Him, and as He saw no one apart from Himself, He realised that He was God. And unnamed for Himself, incomprehensible to Himself, He felt the desire to know Himself. When He looked closely at Himself for the first time, the Word came forth –it seemed to God that knowing was naming.” SelfGodLightTimeExistenceKnowingCreationNaming Book:Primeval and Other Times Source: Primeval and Other Times