I must depart. It is the will of God and I must leave. Sin has progressed a great deal. The world rolls in the mire of sin and doesn’t know it. And this tires me. I must depart. What makes me sad, though, are the trees I planted in the garden, for they are still small and weak. They haven’t had time to mature, to become trees with strong trunks, and so with the first puff of wind they will bend.
– Elder George of Drama (1901-1959)