This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
I cannot imagine a God who rewards and punishes the objects of his creation, whose purposes are modeled after our own -- a God, in short, who is but a reflection of human frailty. Neither can I believe that the individual survives the death of his body, although feeble souls harbor such thoughts through fear or ridiculous egotisms.
Body | Death | Fear | God | Individual | Reflection | God |
The moment of near despair is quite often the moment that precedes courage rather than resignation. In a sense, with the back to the wall and no exit but death or acceptance, the options narrow to one.
Acceptance | Courage | Death | Despair | Resignation | Sense |
The art of peace does not rely on weapons or brute force to succeed; instead we put ourselves in tune with the universe, maintain peace in our own realms, nurture life, and prevent death and destruction. The true meaning of the term samurai is one who serves and adheres to the power of love.
Art | Death | Force | Life | Life | Love | Meaning | Peace | Power | Universe | Weapons | Art |
Not ignorance, but ignorance of ignorance, is the death of knowledge.
Evil is the brute motive force of fragmentary purpose, disregarding the eternal vision. Evil is overruling, retarding, hurting. The power of God is the worship He inspires. The worship of God is not a rule of safety – it is an adventure of the spirit, a flight after the unattainable. The death of religion comes with the repression of the high hope of adventure.
Adventure | Death | Eternal | Evil | Force | God | Hope | Power | Purpose | Purpose | Religion | Rule | Spirit | Vision | Worship | God |
Death is a thing of grandeur. It brings instantly into being a whole new network of relations, between you and the ideas, the desires, the habits of the man now dead. It is a rearrangement of the world... Man imagines that it is death he fears; but what he fears is the unforeseen, the explosion. What man fears is himself, not death.
Only he who death has chosen, who is busy spewing blood or pressing back his entrails - he alone knows the truth of it: that death has no terrors.