Rumi invites us to notice something counterintuitive: our breaking points aren't failures of faith, but invitations to it. Most people read this as mere consolation—*suffering is useful!*—but he's actually describing a shift in perspective, where desperation strips away the pretense that we're self-sufficient. When a parent loses their job and must finally ask for help from estranged family, or when illness forces someone to admit they cannot manage alone, they often discover a kind of clarity they'd been avoiding. The genius here is that Rumi doesn't ask us to be grateful for the pain itself; he simply observes that our knees—that posture of surrender—turns out to be the truest vantage point we have.