You Know What I'm Afraid Of? That

God Did Not Intend Religion To Be An Exercise Club.

I Found Myself In A Sea In Which The Waves Of Joy And Sorrow Were Clashing Against Each Other.

You Know What I'm Afraid Of? That God Is Sick Of Us.

It's Clearly More Important To Treat One's Fellow Man Well Than To Be Always Praying And Fasting And Touching One's Head To A Prayer Mat.

The Calendar Has A Magic That Makes Us Imagine A Memory Can Be Resurrected And Revived, But Nothing Returns.