A Question of Power

here seemed to be a mutual agreement in the beginning that an examination of inner hells was meant to end all hells for ever.

He loved each particle of the earth around him, the everyday event of sunrise, the people and the animals of the village of Motabeng; perhaps his love included the whole universe. He said to himself that evening: ‘I might have died before I found this freedom of heart.’ That was another perfect statement, to him – love was freedom of heart.

man might laugh at intense suffering only if the evil that tortured him became irrelevant