"The real things are inside," he said. "The real world is the inside world. God is not up, nor down, but in the midst."
Then he looked up at Desire.
"What is real of your life is living inside you now. That is something. Look at it and see what it is."
"Discontent. Misery. Failure."
"Sense of failure. Well. Those are good things. The beginning of better. Those are live things, at any rate."
Desire had never thought of that.
Now she sat still awhile.
Then she said,—"But we can't be much, without doing it. I suppose we are put into a world of outsides for something."
"Yes. To find out what it means. That's the inside of it. And to help make the outside agree with the in, so that it will be easier for other people to find out. That is the 'kingdom come and will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.' Heaven is the inside,—the truth of things."
"Why, I never knew"—began Desire, astonished. She had almost finished aloud, as her mother had done in her own mind. She never knew that Uncle Oldways was "pious."