He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest-a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. If we all did the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves. If you think you can do a thing or think you can't do a thing, you're right. I've found 10,000 ways that don't work.
None is perfect or inspired.
The idea that a good God would send people to a burning hell is utterly damnable to me.