The mystic Gurdjieff says that we are not one, but many people inside. There is the part dressed in tattered rags. There is the glorious, robed one inside. There is the madman. Maybe, that’s what hurt does. It cuts us into different people. There are some parts with their gaping holes that break off from the core, and then they roam inside us, reminding us of our own poverty. —Ritu Kaushal, Walking through Transitions
