He must be patient under such circumstances. The chosen believers of the past quaffed the chalice of suffering and sank deep in the ocean of trials until they attained to that blessed station and sublime beatitude. I was happy in that prison, for those days were passed in the path of service. To me prison was freedom. Troubles are a rest to me.
Death is life.
To be despised is honour. Therefore was I full of happiness all through that prison time. For self is the greatest prison. When this release takes place one can never be imprisoned. Unless one accepts dire vicissitudes, not with dull resignation, but with radiant acquiescence, one cannot attain this freedom.