Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
Many things have been said about what happened but I don't know either. Maybe someday. One thing I'm sure of is that all the things that have happened to me good and bad happy and sad have made me what I am today.