I experienced the essence behind the terrible words of St. John’s prophecy about people trying to pull the mountains over themselves to escape facing the revelation of truth. That night moments passed like the peeling of skin. I tossed and turned, then ran to the bathroom and saw the puffy face and slit eyes of a man stunned by his own terror.
we don’t want to wake up. We don’t want happiness, we don’t want real freedom because to attain it we must confront all that is false in us, chaining us down