...but Christ will shine forever

No society can last in conditions of anarchy. This is self-evident and I am in full agreement. But my aim is not the establishment of an anarchist society or the total destruction of the state. Here I differ from anarchists. I do not believe that it is possible to destroy the modern state. It is pure imagination to think that some day this power...
For when man is faced with a curse he answers, "I'll take care of my problems." And he puts everything to work to become powerful, to keep the curse from having its effects. He creates the arts and the sciences, he raises an army, he constructs chariots, he builds cities. The spirit of might is a response to the divine curse. — Jacques Ellul, T...
No matter what God's power may be, the first aspect of God is never that of the absolute Master, the Almighty. It is that of the God who puts himself on our human level and limits himself. — Jacques Ellul, Anarchy & Christianity
To be able to hurt others with impunity—for instance to pass our anger on to an inferior who is obliged to be silent—is to spare ourselves from an expenditure of energy, an expenditure which the other person will have to make. It is the same in the case of the unlawful satisfaction of any desire. The energy we economize in this way is immediat...
The source of man’s moral energy is outside him, like that of his physical energy (food, air etc.). He generally finds it, and that is why he has the illusion—as on the physical plane—that his being carries the principle of its preservation within itself. Privation alone makes him feel his need. And, in the event of privation, he cannot help tu...
A man who has declared that another is an idiot and a bad companion, is angry when the latter eventually proves himself to be otherwise. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
She stands in the middle alone in her shame Though bathed in the sunlight she lives in the shade The others draw near her to curse and to blame Unleashing a torrent, a vicious tirade. She looks to the ground to flee the cold stares Her ears yet still privy to callous intent Such public unveiling is too much to bear Her soul torn asunder, her s...