Suddenly finding myself imprisoned in the ruins of the fortresses I created, I realize that that which I built to protect me has now become a labyrinth that is set to destroy me. And laying spent in the rubble, I finally realize that there is only one fortress and I cannot create it because there is only one God.

Circumstances can manufacture the materials, but it’s my attitude that builds the wall.

The architect of the walls around me is the fear within me. And if I have foolishly granted this architect full license to build whatever it pleases in whatever manner it pleases, I will find that I have confused safety with imprisonment.

Defense mechanisms protect us. Fortresses isolate us. And far too often we begin with the former and end up constructing the latter.