If I could impress one truth upon those who read my works or ponder my life, it would be this:
I did not write to glorify philosophy, but to glorify God. I drew deeply from the wells of Greek thought—not because I believed it equal to divine revelation, but because I saw in it fragments of truth that could serve as handmaids to the eternal Word.
Above all, I longed for people to understand that human greatness lies not in self-mastery, but in self-emptying—the recognition that we are but vessels, and that it is God alone who fills us with reason, freedom, and breath. To know this is to begin to walk in wisdom.
I hoped to show, through my allegories and teachings, that the soul’s true ascent is not through logic alone, nor through ritual alone, but through humility, faith, and the inner transformation that comes from drawing near to the Invisible One.
In sum: Do not look at me as a philosopher trying to build a system. Look at me as a worshiper, kneeling before the burning bush of revelation, striving to remove the sandals of pride, and urging others to do the same.