Suffocation
Do not think the life of the spiritual man is easy: each thought of every human being destroys the very thing he lives for. With our goodness, righteousness, unselfishness, and compassion, we effectively snuff him out of existence. When you take in a beautiful vision, you tear out his eyes. When you linger on a delightful sound, you rip off his ears.
To him we are a billion biting flies, not allowing him even his breath as we fill his lungs with our number.
Is it surprising that at times he feels suffocated?