Whenevertwo people meet there are really six people present. There is each man as he seeshimself, each man as the other sees him, and each man as he really is.
Twoprisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on thewall. The wall 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.
I have learned through bitter experience the one supremelesson to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmitted intoenergy, even so our anger controlled can be transmitted into a power that canmove the world.
