Most people, probably the majority of human beings, do not love their bodies. Instead, they judge them, feel ashamed of them, struggle against them, and try to force them closer to the ideal image they carry in their minds, the image dictated by the standards and fashions of every era.

And so, most people torment their bodies. They do not allow them to rejoice and live freely within the natural pleasures meant for them by their very nature.

Most people violate their bodies, and they do the same to their souls, their hearts, and to their whole marvelous and unique existence.

They do not try to discover their natural gifts, the talents granted to them by nature or by the good Lord. They do not seek to stand upon their virtues and build a life that moves toward the light, a life filled with freedom, growth, and above all, the joy that comes from living according to one’s nature.

And so many people force themselves to become something they were never destined to be from birth, something that does not truly belong to their being, while avoiding their other natural inclinations.

And thus, most people today live unhappily: like fugitives, oppressed, like souls trapped inside a foreign body, squeezed into the lives of others, imitating the actions, passions, loves, and joys of other people.

Most people today do not love either their bodies or their souls, and within the illusion of this artificial self they do not even allow others to live their own lives with dignity. Instead, they judge them, both their souls and their bodies, and seek to mold them according to their own standards.

And so the world resembles a prison of unhappy beings, when one looks at it from above, from that place where false values, vain glories, and empty titles appear like dry straw in a stormy wind, like brushwood before a terrifying all-consuming fire.