Will

The thing nobody tells you is that wisdom and gentleness are twins that rarely sleep in the same crib. most people who see the workings of the soul wind up playing them like a puppeteer, they take the hunger and fear and use them to make people dance on strings and call it genius. but it takes a special kind of restraint to see those vulnerabilities and refuse to press down, not because you can't but because you know it would be evil. and meanwhile most of the gentle ones stay gentle because they never even see the openings for cruelty, they didn't notice the wounds that screamed for the knife, they just drifted through the world like smoke without ever knowing how easy they could make it all burn. so it's a rare bird indeed who can spot every weakness in every heart and also choose to protect rather than exploit. maybe one in a million are born with that kind of grace, and most of them dwell far from the rest of us because they can't bear the sight of so much naked need going untended.

Obsession is the only honest relationship with the infinite. Lukewarm souls produce a lukewarm god, and every man who ever moved mountains first had to be possessed by the vision of where those mountains belonged