Every man that tries to figure out the world entirely on his own ends up building a small, stupid god to replace the one he rejected. it never fails. he drops God, picks up science or stoicism or some guy on the internet who read enough books to pass for a prophet, and within six months he's talking about cold showers and circadian rhythms with the same exact tone a priest uses on sunday. the need to worship doesn't go anywhere just because you decided you're too smart for it. it just finds smaller things to attach to, and smaller gods make smaller people. nobody quits God. they trade down.
Love is only for the fierce and the brave, and so it is for this reason it is forbidden to the cowardly. For them, there's only compromise, strategy, and war. And they may confuse the intimacy of their war games for love, but it is not, for love is pure, and this is not.
The man who sleeps nine hours and eats clean and never drinks and exercises daily is the deadest man i know btw. his bloodwork is immaculate and he has nothing to say. the body is a temple and no God showed up. meanwhile the ones who actually see things are running on four hours and cigarettes and something chewing at them from inside that wont let them become vegetables. consciousness is expensive it costs health. you pay with the body. the flame eats the candle thats the deal