“`De profundis!` The words I had heard from my own mouth in my dream the night before suddenly boomed through the church. They seemed to come from the choir loft and I looked up. But the church was empty. Who then could have called out those words? It was my own voice, raised unconsciously in my agitation. If I have in fact become insane, it was then that my insanity started. `Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord. Lord, hear my voice...` The great cry of appeal came back to me from my boyhood and fluttered in my heart. But in the decrepit Philippine church that my eyes mirrored as they peered around the ceiling there was no one, there was nothing, to answer me. `I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.` The bond that linked my inner consciousness with the outer world had once for all been severed. There was nothing in that world which would ever answer my cry for help. Such was the fate to which I must abandon myself.”