The prisoner imagines freedom to be more wonderful than it is.
The patient imagines good health to be a source of ineffable pleasure–which it isn’t.
All that we lack is a sense of the divine.
words are my habit.
The prisoner imagines freedom to be more wonderful than it is.
The patient imagines good health to be a source of ineffable pleasure–which it isn’t.
All that we lack is a sense of the divine.