There's Something Beautiful About Finding One's Innermost

I Am Always Thirsting For Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music. I Wish I Could Make It. Perhaps There Isn't Any Music On Earth Like What I Picture To Myself.

We All Enter The World Little Plastic Beings, With So Much Natural Force, Perhaps, But For The Rest--blank; And The World Tells Uswhat We Are To Be, And Shapes Us By The Ends It Sets Before Us. To You It Says--work; And To Us It Says--seem! To You It Says--as You Approximate To Man's Highest Ideal Of God, As Your Arm Is Strong And Your Knowledge Great, And The Power To Labour Is With You, So You Shall Gain All That Human Heart Desires. To Us It Says--strength Shall Not Help You, Nor Knowledge, Nor Labour. You Shall Gain What Men Gain, But By Other Means. And So The World Makes Men And Women.

Our Fathers Had Their Dreams; We Have Ours; The Generation That Follows Will Have Its Own. Without Dreams And Phantoms Man Cannot Exist.

Now We Have No God. We Have Had Two: The Old God That Our Fathers Handed Down To Us, That We Hated, And Never Liked; The New One That We Made For Ourselves, That We Loved; But Now He Has Flitted Away From Us, And We See What He Was Made Of - The Shadow Of Our Highest Ideal, Crowned And Throned. Now We Have No God.

The Troubles Of The Young Are Soon Over; They Leave No External Mark. If You Wound The Tree In Its Youth The Bark Will Quickly Cover The Gash; But When The Tree Is Very Old, Peeling The Bark Off, And Looking Carefully, You Will See The Scar There Still. All That Is Buried Is Not Dead.