If We Admit Our Depression Openly And

It Is An Ironic Habit Of Human Beings To Run Faster When We Have Lost Our Way.

Apathy Adds Up, In The Long Run, To Cowardice.

Poets Often Have A Conscious Awareness That They Are Struggling With The Daimonic, And That The Issue Is Their Working Something Through From The Depths Which Push The Self To A New Plane.

It Requires Greater Courage To Preserve Inner Freedom, To Move On In One's Inward Journey Into New Realms, Than To Stand Defiantly For Outer Freedom. It Is Often Easier To Play The Martyr, As It Is To Be Rash In Battle. Strange As It Sounds, Steady, Patient Growth In Freedom Is Probably The Most Difficult Task Of All, Requiring The Greatest Courage. Thus If The Term "hero" Is Used In This Discussion At All, It Must Refer Not To The Special Acts Of Outstanding Persons, But To The Heroic Element Potentially In Every Man.

The Rebel Is Committed To Giving A Form And Pattern To The World. It Is A Pattern Born Of The Indomitable Thrust Of The Human Mind, The Mind Which Makes Out Of The Mass Of Meaningless Data In The World An Order And A Form.