And this way, which is Christ, this narrow way—it is narrow in its beginning. He is born in poverty and wretchedness.... The way is narrow from the very beginning, for he knew his fate in advance from the very beginning!... And this way, which is Christ, this narrow way, as it goes on, becomes narrower and narrower to the end, to death.... Then he is nailed to the cross—then just one more sigh and it is over. One more sigh, the deepest, the most terrifying My God, my God, why have you forsaken me! This humiliation is the last of the suffering.... And he, he had claimed to be the only begotten Son of the Father, one with the Father. —One with the Father, but if they are one, how then can the Father forsake him at any moment! And yet he says: My God, my God, why have you forsaken me! Thus it was not true that he was one with the Father. Oh, what extremity of superhuman suffering! Oh, a human heart would have burst a little sooner—only the God-man must suffer all through this final suffering. —Then he dies. Do remember, my listener, what we said at the beginning. This way is narrow—is it not true? But we go on, and Christ is the way. Christ is the way: he climbs the mountain, a cloud takes him from the disciples' sight; he ascends into heaven—and he is the way!
Time is passing so quickly. Right now, I feel like complaining to Einstein. Whether time is slow or fast depends on perception. Relativity theory is so romantic. And so sad.