There are idiots who have seen the Virgin Mary and we are idiots who have not seen her.
I am an idiot that Madonna has not seen ever before. All
consists in this, see Madonna or miss.
St. Joseph of Cupertino, swineherd, grew wings attending his awkwardness and nights in prayer, he earned the altars of the Virgin, mouth open, flying.
The idiots who see the sudden Madonna have wings, they can also fly and rest on the ground like a feather. The cretins who do not see Our Lady, do not have wings, but refused to fly the same flight, and instead of posing a fall like this, having the weights to the ankles and willing to discard them, decides to cut his feet and drag salvation, including the mockery of the guards, trusting to reason that the bleeding will stop soon. But those who see do not see what they see, they are the ones that fly the same route. Who flies is not known.
Such a miracle destroys them: rather than see the Madonna, the Madonna who see them. It is this paradoxical identity demented ecstasy that empties the prayer of his subject and in exchange for the illusion in the objectification of himself, inside another object.
Everything is different, you want God
If you are the tight embrace, kiss your mouth when you are.
Divine is the illusion. This is a saint. So it is with all the saints, fundamentally unprepared, even denied. The altars move toward them, machine dall'ebetismo of their psychosis or telluric forces balancing - but this is excluded -. That's how he loses himself a saint, through the uncontrolled idiocy. An altar begins where it ends the measurement. To be holy is to lose control, give up the weight and the weight is organizing its size. Where is a witch will pass a fairy. If
to Brother Donkey had given an apple half green and half red, half-poisoned, he had the hands of butter, he would have lost the hand. He could not get lost or saved, because without intention, inept.
Who has never thought of death is perhaps immortal. That's how you see the Madonna.
But the cretins who see the Virgin Mary, do not see it, like two eyes staring eyes through a wall: a miracle is transparency. Sacramento is this madness, because a faith blinding them wide open, those eyes, changed the layers - the layers were made of stone - Changed them in veils. And his eyes have seen the view. A look. Or the man is so blind, or God is objective.
The idiots who see, they see themselves in a vision, with the variants that faith brings, if worms, butterflies see each other again, if puddles clouds, where sea and sky. And before this alter ego as they kneel before God
They confess to a second sin. Divine is all they have unconsciously learned about him. They have seen her. Saints.
The idiots who have not seen the lady, they have a horror of himself, looking elsewhere, in the next, in women - in the pleasantries of everyday facts prayers - and this leads to myriad altars. Passionist of communication do not lead to God others to get themselves, but to get yourself to others God 's humility is the first condition.
Our contemporaries are stupid, but prostrate at the feet of the most stupid of them is to pray. Please so today. As always. Attend the most talented does not mean, however, the absolute approach. Be kinder to the Gentiles. Finally be the most stupid.
Religion is an ancient word. When
call it education.
