Is it possible that in spite of inventions and progress, in spite of culture, religion, and wisdom, that one has remained on the surface of life? Is it possible that even this surface, which would at least have been something, has been covered with an incredibly dull material till it looks like lawn furniture laid out during summer vacation?

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    agressi sunt mare tenebrarum,

quid in eo esset exploraturi