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.
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.
The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends forwhich we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We haveguided missiles and misguided men.
