Being Gifted Needs Courage.

My Father, Though, Could Run Very Much Faster. It Was Impossible To Compete With Him On The Grass. But It Was Astonishing How Slow Old People Were. Some Of Them Could Not Run Up A Hill And Called It Trying To Climb Stairs.

But I Did Not Find Any Positive Inspiration In My Studies Until I Approached My Nineteenth Year.

What Has Here Happened Is That The Instinct Of Cruelty, Which Has Turned Inwards, Has Become Self-torture, And All Man's Animal Instincts Have Been Reinterpreted As Guilt Towards God. Every Nay Man Utters To His Nature, To His Real Being, He Flings Out As A Yea, An Affirmation Of Reality Applied To God's Sanctity

But When I Was Twelve Years Old I Caught My First Strong Glimpse Of One Of The Fundamental Forces Of Existence, Whose Votary I Was Destined To Be For Life - Namely, Beauty.

The Loathing Of Mankind Is A Force That Surprises And Overwhelms One, Fed By Hundreds Of Springs Concealed His Subconsciousness. One Only Detects Its Presence After Having Long Entertained It Unawares.