" Tony stood up and began pacing the room. “Jack,” he
confessed, “my life that I defined as a success is actually a total
shambles, and yet you’re suggesting that underneath it all, there
is an unimaginable beauty? Are you telling me that I matter?
That even though I am this ugly, ordinary-looking root, that I was
designed and intended to express a unique and extraordinary
flower? That’s what you are telling me… right?”
Jack nodded, again removing his pipe for a puff.
“And I assume,” Tony continued, “this is true about every
human being, each person born—”
“Conceived!” interrupted Jack.
“Each person ‘conceived’ on the planet, each one living in
life-before, each one is a root in which a flower is waiting?
Right?”
Again Jack nodded "

― William Paul Young , Cross Roads