A
man is a thing of many divisions, not a pure, clear flame such as you
once were. His intellect often wars with his emotions, his will with his
desires… his ideals are at odds with his environment, and if he follows
them, he knows keenly the loss of that which was old-but if he does not
follow them, he feels the pain of having forsaken a new and noble
dream. Whatever he does represents both a gain and a loss, an arrival
and a departure. Always he mourns that which is gone and fears some part
of that which is new. Reason opposes tradition. Emotions oppose the
restrictions his fellow men lay upon him. Always, from the friction of
these things, there arises the thing you called the curse of man and
mocked-guilt!
