One of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science， is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness， such men make this cosmos and its construction in the pivot of their emotional life， in ordered to find the peace and the security， which they cannot find in the narrow whirlpool of personal experience.
He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
