QUOTE : A few nights before, sleepless and a prey to the constant nagging of hunger, he had been huddled in his bed, and a kind of prayer had formed within him "Lord," he had said, oh Lord who loves me. I am alone on the only road I know Having suffered as much as I have, I am still at the beginning of suffering, Does this mean that I am damned? Lord, what are you doing for me? You do not prevent the wicked from doing as they will, nor the good from being crushed beneath the weight of their misery and by Your commandments you stay the arm of the just man when he would lift it to repair the evil. Do you really exist, or are you just an image? I don't see that you show yourself anywhere, Lord, You are a God of goodness, and You have given me Your grace. Is it I who have failed? Forgive me, and help me, Lord, Lord who loves me, for I am worthy of your help.