The Urals of my soul

Again and again, every sin, every 'petty' baseness is present, ineradicably distinct, in my consciousness. More and more deeply, 'petty' inattentions, egotism, and heartlessness are branded into the soul with letters of fire, gradually crippling it. Not that there was anything clearly bad, anything clearly, tangibly sinful. But always it was in the petty things. And out of petty things, mountains grew!
St. Pavel Florensky