““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””
