I am but a piece of dung, among thousands, among trillions, among BILLIONS, of tons of precious diamonds in this universe, I am worthless, the world tells me, IT SCREAMS TO ME, that I am nothing more than a primitive invention of accident, but the LORD OF CREATION whispers to me, you exist, as do I, do not forsake me my child, and I will not forsake you, for you are never forgotten, but remembered, as are precious diamonds and pearls, but do not ever forget, the immense price that I have paid, what right have ou to complain over petty grievances? I SUFFERED THE CROSS AND DEATH ITSELF. AND I HAVE CONQUERED satan THE accuser AND THE demon. HE IS BUT DUST UNDER MY HEEL, but you my child, are more precious than diamonds in the desert, and I love you, always.
borrowed from a friend of C.S.Lewis