'...When you look straight into the depths of great Nature's calm, cruel, implacable eyes, face to face with her, you try to read the ultimate intention of the whole. Whither is the great river of life that teems and formulates with vitalised matter and brain-stuff tending? What infinite goal is it rushing on to, bearing us helpless as leaf-drift on its bosom?
Every now and then one of the higher, more fully developed forms raises a protesting voice, and says, "I will know: I will rend the secret out of the unfathomable depths." Soon he is dragged down into the current; silenced, helpless, leaving nought behind but a feeble contribution towards the existing mass of errors and blunders...'
from Diogenes' Sandals by Mrs Arthur Kennard (Chapter IV)
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