211 Quotes by Sorin Cerin

The spiritual being wants to be Destiny and the Destiny wants to become Evolution, and the Evolution wants to become Fulfillment, the Fulfillment wants to become Truth and, oh my, Truth wants to be a part of Knowledge, when it is precisely non-Knowledge.

The soul mate is what we aspire to and like to understand about us, is what we deem to be perfection, purity and endless regarding our own being.

The soul is the quill with which God wrote his Words of Genesis.

So that we can truly admire this wonderful painting we will have to know ourselves first of all, to accept our limits and understand that if we really want to have access to this wonderful painting of the existence of the world of the Logical Coefficient 2 we will have to look inside ourselves, to see first of all the unlimited Universe, to recognise the infinite from which we were conceived and that lies in each of us in order to be granted access to the infinite outside us.

No matter how hard it is, true love is also the result of an accident in the dream of our life, and that accident is an event that happens in our soul. This event can be in another transcendental reality a volcano, a butterfly, a mountain or any other possible image we cannot even imagine.

And then, what is the spiritual being that does not know its Sacred Self? But knowing it means to refer to non-Knowledge and be an Image from the non-Knowledge as well.Then I ask again: what is the spiritual being that does not refer its Sacred Self to non-Knowledge? Is it the Spiritual Being that no longer is an image of its own destiny in non-Knowledge? Is this being truly spiritual when the Absolute Truth of Knowledge consists precisely of non-Knowledge? Or in not knowing it?

Are all this evils as necessary as it is non-Knowledge to us in order to get to know and to have this dream which we think we know, yet we do nothing else than live the Illusion of Life through it?

This is of what consists in my opinion the irrational of our own existence, to look at our destiny always from the past.

Then who are we, the blind ones and the blind folded, that do not know if we are on the side of the edge or not, but yet we run full of hope believing that we can finally embrace the infinite that runs away from us just like the horizon line that we would like to embrace with our arms full of vain hopes?