Do you know who this is? Here’s a hint — he was one of Russia’s greatest literary figures. His name starts with "Tol." In his fifties, he wrote a confession. He had everything, yet life felt hollow and meaningless. He was disgusted by the contradictions of those who claimed to have faith, and he grew sick of the so-called truths known only by the privileged, intellectual elite. He witnessed how ordinary working-class people lived lives more closely aligned with truth. Inspiration — it must surely dwell in the everyday. His life, even more than his works, speaks deeply to me.