The question is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He intended us to be when He made us.
I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.
Laziness means more work in the long run.
What one must not do is to rule out the supernatural as the one impossible explanation.
If there is equality it is in His love, not in us.
We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness.