A creature born to exist in time while envisaging eternity. His passion, his will, drags him down to earth; his imagination, his soul, makes him aspire to escape from the limitations of mortality. Such is his inescapable plight.
To me, the most moving of all allegories is the one in which Plato likens the human situation to that of man confined in a dungeon, who yet can glimpse, without comprehending, the daylight outside and the shadows of those who pass to and fro in it. I believe then that earthly life is a stage in a larger pilgrimage. It’s part of a journey, whose beginning and whose destination are alike unknown, but whose purpose is beneficent.