" Father Yànaros closed his eyes again; he turned to Mount Athos, to the cell of Father Arsénios.
What calm peaceful discussions the two had had; how many days and nights he had stayed with him—they had passed like lightning! Surely this must be how the hours and days and centuries go by in Paradise. The hours passed, and the two souls strolled before God, gurgling like pigeons.
"How can you live like this, Father Arsénios? How do you stand the loneliness?" Father Yànaros asked one day as he watched the sea from among the orange trees and felt the longing to leave, "Have you lived in solitude many years?"
"I've been glued to this cell since I was twenty, Father Yànaros," he replied, "like the silkworm in its cocoon. This," he said and pointed to his cell, "is my cocoon."
"And is it large enough to hold you?"
"Yes, it is, because it has a small window, and I can see the sky. "

― Nikos Kazantzakis , The Fratricides