Twenty years he wandered,—twenty years and more; and yet the hard rasping question kept gnawing within him, “What, in God’s name, am I on earth for?” In the narrow New York parish his soul seemed cramped and smothered.
From his seminal work, this passage captures the persistent existential questioning and spiritual confinement experienced by an individual seeking meaning.
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