Alexis Karpouzos Quotes

We are human beings and ought to be here for each other, as revercently, as lovingly, by teaching the language of tolerance, of justice as we would before the entrance to immortality. i know that underneath the mess of our differences everything is common, just think about it.

The world does not consist of subjects and objects, the “subject” and the “object” are metaphysical abstractions of the single and indivisible Wholeness. Man’s finite knowledge separates the Whole into parts and studies fragmentarily the beings. The Wholeness is manifested in multiple forms and each form encapsulates the Wholeness” Alexis karpouzos

“The time has come to give back our heart to itself, to light the spark to eye, to stay vigil with yearning on lips so, open your wings, beat your feathers and will rising again on the heaven, on the heaven which only is higher than the heaven.'' Alexis karpouzos

We can't communicate the incommuunicable, we can't explain the inconceivable, life's fullness forever lies in wait about each one of us, and the lonely emptiness of existence is permanent, but a star deep in our heart lead us the way home. Alexis karpouzos

We are so tiny under the vast sky, our mankind home is just a tiny speck in the immeasurable reaches of a boundless universe, we find an immense and highly ordered system of galaxies stars and planets, all moving with great precision, the heavenly wisdom vibrates in our hearts Alexis karpouzos

We have no time, we have no space, we are questions that love answers, but the veil of truth don't lift. In the edge of abyss, people really meet themselves, when they're staring at nothingness, and then they understand that we are, 'birds of passage'. Alexis karpouzos

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