We're abandoned like lost children in the woods. When you stand before me and look at me, what do you know of the pain within me, and what do I know of yours? And if I threw myself to the ground in front of you, and wept, and explained, what more would you know of me than you do of hell, when someone tells you it's hot and frightful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to confront one another as reverently, as thoughtfully and as lovingly as we'd confront the entrance to hell.