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“Why do you perversely follow your flesh? Turn back, and let your flesh follow you. Whatever you perceive through her, you perceive in part. You do not know the whole, of which these are the parts; nevertheless, the parts give you pleasure. But if your fleshly sense were capable of comprehending the whole, and had not, being itself a part of the whole, been confined within its right and proper limit - that being a punishment proportionate to your crime - you would wish all that exists in the present to pass away, so that you could derive still more pleasure from the totality of things. The very words we speak you hear by means of the same carnal sense, and you do not wish the syllables to stand still but to pass away swiftly, so that others may come and you may hear the whole. Likewise all the constituent parts that make up one thing (even though they do not all simultaneously constitute it) give more pleasure as a totality than they do individually, if it is possible to perceive them as a totality. But he who made them is better by far than them all, and it is he that is our God, who does not pass away, nor does anything take his place.”

“Once you are defiled, you can't get back your purity by any means, instead, you will only look for ways to be defiled over and over again.”

“This wasn’t just lust or infatuation, this was intoxication, a craven’s craving I could not explain. But then, what was love but a want of the flesh, or a want of the soul. I wanted this man. I couldn’t not want him. I couldn’t not breathe. I wanted him in a way that was so absolute I couldn’t care if he didn’t want me back the same way.”

“Everything I have become, everything I will ever accomplish cannot compare to my most impressive feat: I have loved you fiercely and assiduously with the very marrow inside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to find you there. So that when I die, they can open me up and see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart. So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemorate who I was nor what I did, but will read: “She loved. And loved. And loved.” And so, I smile now, because that is no small thing.”

“Find out what faith is and how you can put it into practice. Learn how to pray, and do it. Discover what pride is, and get rid of it. Develop a self-concept that is adequate and accurate. Clarify your values. Identify your talents. Probe the fact, meaning, and use of your sexuality. Face the fact that you engage in self-deception. Reflect on truth that you are made in the image of God. Use your spiritual gift. Clear your conscience. Feel deeply. Enjoy life. Face death. Treat your body right. Conquer the flesh. Depend on the Holy Spirit. Be humble.”

“Is it a surprise then that on our first date, I am disappointed to see Yameen in the flesh? By this, I do not mean the way he looks, but the fact that he has a body, with a specific shape and size. A body, that circumscribes his limitations and contains his impact. To me, he has been the limitless, amorphous voice who speaks to me about love. His voice has been my guiding light to The Thing.”

“Racializing assemblages translate the lacerations left on the captive body by apparatuses of political violence to a domain rooted in the visual truth-value accorded to quasi-biological distinctions between different human groupings. Thus, rather than entering a clearing zone of indistinction, we are thrown into the vortex of hierarchical indicators: racializing assemblages. In the absence of kin, family, gender, belonging, language, personhood, property, and official records, among many other factors, what remains is the flesh, the living, speaking, thinking, feeling, and imagining flesh: the ether that holds together the world of Man while at the same time forming the condition of possibility for this world’s demise. It’s the end of the world — don’t you know that yet?”

“Cum e posibil să existăm? Cine-a comis scandalul și nedreptatea asta? Oroarea asta, abominația asta? Ce imaginație monstruasă a învelit conștiința în carne? Ce spirit sadic și saturnin a permis conștiinței să sufere, spiritului să urle-n tortură? De ce-am coborât în mocirla asta, în jungla asta, în flăcările astea pline de ură și furie? Cine ne-a dat brânci din locurile noastre înalte? Cine ne-a-ncuiat în trupuri, cine ne-a legat cu proprii noștri nervi și propriile noastre artere? Cine ne-a silit să avem oase și zgârciuri, sfinctere și glande, rinichi și unghii, piele și intestine? Ce căutăm în mașinăria asta murdară și moale? Cine ne-a legat la ochi cu proprii noștri ochi, cine ne-a astupat urechile cu propriile noștri urechi? Ce avem noi a face cu ciorchinele de celule ale trupului nostru? Cu materia ce curge prin el ca printr-un tub de carne agonică? Ce căutăm noi aici? Ce e batjocura asta? De ce-notăm în acizii ce ne ulcerează gândirea? Protestați, protestați împotriva conștiinței îngropate în carne!”

“The magician isn’t just performing sleights-of-hand but is also guiding our thinking by what’s called “magician’s patter.” The magician explains what’s happening. Of course, the magician isn’t saying what’s really happening, but the magician is using words and body language to trick our minds and make us think something is happening when it isn’t happening. In the same way, the devil, the culture, and our sinful flesh work to influence the way we interpret our experiences. Some of the tricks are extremely effective. Some of the tricks deliberately manipulate us. Other tricks are just natural deceptions.”

“Before I can think to doubt her for whatever reason she hurries to charge my lowly spirit with her succulent lips. Reaching for her waist my hands feel for her flesh beyond her grey ribbed sweater. More to me than the beauty of the earth it is even her name that causes me to tremble when I am close to her. The propinquity of her lissome figure arched against my body is now soup to my broken heart. Her kiss and her touch allowing love and blood to again souse the channels hastening through my vascular body. My arms hold on to her like I can never let her go. Warming her nose against my face she again offers me those lips in that sure way of which I am familiar. Knowing now just as I always have that there can be no love worthy or memorable enough to ever take her place.”

“Going all in and all out for the All in All is both a death sentence and a life sentence. Your sinful nature, along with its selfish desires, is nailed to the cross. Then, and only then, does your true personality, your true potential, and your true purpose come alive. After all, God cannot resurrect what has not died. And that's why so many people are half alive. They haven't died to self yet.”

“St Paul says: 'The person engaged in spiritual warfare exercises self-control in all things' (1 Cor. 9:25). For, bound as we are to this wretched flesh, which always 'desires in a way that opposes the Spirit' (Gal. 5:17), we cannot when sated with food stand firm against demonic principalities, against invisible and malevolent powers; 'for the kingdom of God is not food and drink' (Rom. 14:17), and 'the will of the flesh is hostile to God: for it is not subject to the law of God, nor indeed can it be' (Rom. 8:7). It is clear that it cannot be because it is earthly, a compound of humors, blood and phlegm, and always gravitating downwards. Thus it is always attached to earthly things and relishes the corrupting pleasures of the present life. 'For the will of the flesh is death' (Rom. 8:6); and 'they that are in the flesh cannot conform to God's will' (Rom. 8:8).”

“The flesh,' as Saint Paul used the term, refers, ironically, not to our bodies but to fallen human nature. The 'carnal' spirit is the one that devours things for itself and refuses to make them an oblation to God. The carnal spirit is cruel, egocentric, avaricious, gluttonous, and lecherous, and as such us fevered, restless, and divided. The spiritual man, on the other hand, is alone the man who both knows what flesh is for and can enter into its amplitude. The lecher, for example, supposes that he knows more about love than the virgin or the continent man. He knows nothing. Only the virgin and the faithful spouse knows what love is about. The glutton supposes that he knows the pleasures of food, but the true knowledge of food is unavailable to his dribbling and surfeited jowls. The difference between the carnal man and the spiritual man is not physical. They may look alike and weigh the same. The different lies, rather, between one's being divided, snatching and grabbing at things, even nonphysical things like fame and power, or being whole and receiving all things as Adam was meant to receive them, in order to offer them as an oblation to their Giver.”

“The devil can get you through your flesh. He knows the button to press on your flesh and have a way into your mind. The flesh becomes a transport medium for evil things if not killed for God. If Christ makes a home in your mind, satan can't get there.”