The universe is the smallest of bubble within the vast ocean of God’s Nothingness.
God is not death; He, so to speak, is the source of both life and death. Death is the final price we pay for life and love, but death is not all there is. Life has its deep, abiding, and profound moments of joy and fulfillment. Were there no death of the individual, there would be no biological need for love in the order of things. Moreover, every act of love truly consummated is to some degree a joyful dying to the self. It is a distortion to see God solely as love, for love and death are inseparable. God creates, so to speak, out of his own substance; He nurtures, but He also sets a term to individual existence, which in its individuality is no less indivisibly an epiphenomenal manifestation of the divine substance. The creative process is a totality. It is impossible to affirm the loving and the creative aspects of God’s activity without also affirming that creation and destruction are part of an indivisible process. Each wave in the ocean of God’s Nothingness has its moment, but it must inevitably give way to other waves. We are not, like Job, destined to receive back everything twofold.
Richard Rubenstein, God After the Death of God
Of all sad words of mouth or pen, the saddest are these: it might have been.
John Greenleaf Whittier (via viridisquo)
There is only one hell…the one we live in now
Melisandre, Game of Thrones