Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Man wonders over the restless Sea........ the flowing waters...... the sight of the sky....... and forgets that as all wonders, man him self is the mast wonderful.
Themost dramatic conflicts are perhaps, those that take place not between menbut between a man and himselfwhere the arena of conflict is a solitary mind.
