Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry wr. c. February 1920, from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914–20
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Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry wr. c. February 1920, from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914–20
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We cannot take a single step toward God. We cannot walk (march) vertically. We only have the power to direct our gaze toward God. We do not have to search; we must only change the direction of our gaze. It is God who searches for us. We must be happy knowing that God is infinitely beyond our reach. We thus have the certainty that the evil in us, even if it submerges our whole being, does not defile the purity, the bliss and the divine perfection at all.
Simone Weil, About the Our Father
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