The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.
Two prisonerswhose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. Thewall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
We think too small. Like the frog at the bottom of the well. He thinks the sky is only as big as the top of the well. If he surfaced, he would have an entirely different view.
