The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.

God was bored by him

For words are the Word, and the Word is God.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

Does there exist an Infinity outside ourselves? Is that infinity One, immanent and permanent, necessarily having substance, since He is infinite and if He lacked matter He would be limited, necessarily possessing intelligence since He is infinite and, lacking intelligence, He would be in that sense finite. Does this Infinity inspire in us the idea of essense, while to ourselves we can only attribute the idea of existence? In order words, is He not the whole of which we are but the part?