I questioned myself who I am I thought about you I have devoted myself to you... //caption//— % & On the bank of a stream stood a high wall, and on top of the wall sat a sad, thirsty man. The wall prevented him from reaching the river, and he was desperately thirsty, like a fish. The thirsty man told the water: "I have two advantages for not stopping my destruction of the wall. The first is the sound of the water and the other is that with every brick I tear from this wall, I get nearer the running water. With each brick I remove, the wall gets lower. My destruction of the wall is remedy enough, to bring me in union with the water. The splitting of the bond is true to my prayers, bringing me to God in just the way that He has told me to draw near. So long as this wall remains lofty and proud, it stays an obstacle to my bowing head. I cannot gain deliverance from the body of earth, till I prostrate myself on the water of life. Drunk is he that hears the rush, while he that fails hears only the splash."
