To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.
I had no more need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in His face.
It is almost banal to say so yet it needs to be stressed continually: all is creation, all is change, all is flux, all is metamorphosis.
Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.