Where does the hand become the wrist? where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that razor's edge between something and nothing, between one and the other.
He that compares what he has done with what he has left undone, will feel the effect which must always follow the comparison of imagination with reality; he will look with contempt on his own unimportance, and wonder to what purpose he came into the world; he will repine that he shall leave behind him no evidence of his having been, that he has added nothing to the system of life, but has glided from youth to age among the crowd, without any effort for distinction.
The true inner self must be drawn up like a jewel from the bottom of the sea, rescued from confusion, from indistinction, from immersion in the common, the nondescript, the trivial, the sordid, the evanescent.
Slight changes simply make a blur.
Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?
When the leader passes over all alike, not making a distinction, then the endeavors of those who are capable of exertion are entirely lost.
and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.
There Has Ceased to Be a Difference Between My Awake Clothes and My Asleep Clothes
