How difficult it is to talk to yourself!
How hard it is to talk to yourself! How hard it is to see your own wounds! How hard it is to know yourself! Ah, my soul, this sad truth hurts you!
It hurts you, because I tempt you with solid food, and you still desire childish food. I tempt you with heavenly manna, and you still crave the food of Egypt. I promise you the wilderness, and you still strive for this world. I speak to you of Christ, and you remind me of the world. I strengthen you in the hope of eternal life, and you are terrified by the temporary death of the body. I describe to you the terrible and eternal torments of hell, and you, indifferent, laugh in my face. I present to you unexpected death, and you speak to me of life. Yes, my soul, we never understand each other. You never believe me. When I cry, you laugh, and when I call you to cry together, you ask me why! When it is time to rejoice spiritually, you look bored and cold and tell me that you have no reason.
Yes, my soul, we never understand each other, never, between us there is a deep pit that separates us. The world with its lusts dug it for us. The world, the world, my soul, it is our enemy, it makes us enemies, it digs the pit of our destruction. Yes, the world, … and then why, my soul, do you not listen to me when I call you with tears and speak to you?
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