FROM THE ART OF PRAYER: " Special mention must be made of those suffering from melancholia. It is of importance because it is people of vivid spiritual sensibility who are prone to this state because they utilize and invoke the very side of the psyche in which the spiritual impulse resides and originates. The melancholic has an extremly vulnerable psyche.They experience life more vividly then other people, (the beautiful, the ugly, the luminous, the great, as well as the depresing and cruelness of life.) and they do so in such a way which overstresses and over accenuates everything in life and strains their inner resources severly. Everything touches them more closely, excites them more profoundly, wounds them more deeply and leaves upon them a more lasting impression then those of a more balanced disposition. They frequently have an extremly vivid imagination, coupled with with a powerful desire for the unattainable. All of this often results in a great deal of sorrow ,rage and disappointment. The gift of a creative talent often goes with the melancholic temperment and has to be accepted as the price of their creative gifts. The hours of abundance and acomplishment and joy must be paid in full with those hours of emptiness and distress. They are people with a great capacity for love.BUT the love is extremly demanding and vulnerable and contains within it unlimited possiblitys for sorrow and pain. They often long for love, knowing what it would be like if they could be in love, but they often end up alone. Whatever the rewards may be, the periods in which everything becomes dark,in which colour and beauty vanish, and life loses its meaning,are often times overwhelmingly frequent. Prayer and a concious contact with god loses all meaning and the only relief for their suffering are work or endless rounds of pleasure seeking. It is at this point that the sunlight of the spirit no longer resides within the individual and prayer is meaningless...ID LOVE TO SHOUT INTO THE ABYESS AND SCREAM "IS THIS ALL YA GOT MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!..." Morpheus: I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice. Tumbling down the rabbit hole? Neo: You could say that. Morpheus: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he's expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo? Neo: No. Morpheus: Why not? Neo: 'Cause I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life. Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind -- driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about? Neo: The Matrix? Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is? Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. Neo: What truth? Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more.