Earth, earth, where all is simple

God reveals Himself: an imagination prey to the loss of its image.

I know you, Lord, in the measure that I do not know you. For you are He who comes.

My God, I am reduced to you. I have exiled the word.


Try to kill Him with your spears, and you will learn that He is the order of all resistance.


God is a questioning of God.

Severed hand,
my five-fingered cup.
I drink what you hold
and am drunk.


You live in spite of life. You are more stubborn than death.


To doubt means perhaps to abolish limits, to circle the dice.
Earth, earth where all is simple.
God is doubt.

— Jabés, The Book of Questions (trans. R Waldrop)

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