You know, I feel that God isn't going to put something in front of me that I can't deal with.
The reader feels as if he is in Chongjin, where starving people ate the bark off trees; or atop Mount Taesong with the elite of Pyongyang, whose existence is a mix of sadism and whimsy; or with the masses who are bombarded day and night with the propaganda of North Korea's alternate reality.
Nothing is further than earth from heaven, and nothing is nearer than heaven to earth.

