I’m close to tears here. The amount of wisdom in this simple statement has me completely overwhelmed. I may never wear pants again. 

Don’t you see? We cling to the false belief that appearance and material possessions make us who we are. But none of that means anything when we are placed in the crucible and wrought in the refiner’s fire. Our true self emerges, impurities now shown for what they are. Pants can no longer hide our true color. 

Also death.