Nevertheless, life is pleasant, life is
tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday; then
comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings;
the identity becomes robust; pain is absorbed in growth. Opening and shutting, shutting and opening,
with increasing hum and sturdiness, the haste and fever of youth are drawn into
service until the whole being seems to expand in and out like the mainspring of
a clock. How fast the stream flows from January to December! We are swept on by the torrent of things
grown so familiar that they cast no shadow.
We float, we float . . .
The Waves
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