A person praying is a standing paradox, a swaying contradiction, a self
divided. The body is praying for life and existence; the soul
is praying to escape life, to transcend existence
This, then, is the secret of prayer: The entire world may be ripping apart at the seams, but the beseecher’s heart and mouth are at peace as one. And then that peace spreads outward into all things.
I know that I am her mother and know far better than she what's good and what's bad for her. But whether or not her limited view of reality is a valid one, is irrelevant: to her, her pain is real