The Great Man Is Not The Child

It Gradually Dawned Upon Me That There Was No One More Difficult To Please Than My Mother.

But My Doubt Would Not Be Overcome. Kierkegaard Had Declared That It Was Only To The Consciousness Of Sin That Christianity Was Not Horror Or Madness. For Me It Was Sometimes Both.

Six Hours A Day I Lived Under School Discipline In Active Intercourse With People None Of Whom Were Known To Those At Home, And The Other Hours Of The Twenty-four I Spent At Home, Or With Relatives Of The People At Home, None Of Whom Were Known To Anybody At School.

Birth Was Something That Came Quite Unexpectedly, And Afterwards There Was One Child More In The House.

The Stream Of Time Sweeps Away Errors, And Leaves The Truth For The Inheritance Of Humanity.