and no mystery anywhere in the universe?
I think I am.
What joy, what relief there would be,
if we could declare so with complete conviction.
If that were so I could wish to live for ever.
How terrifying and glorious the role of man if, indeed,
without guidance and without consolation
he must create from his own rituals
the meaning for his existence
and write the rules whereby he lives.
Thornton Wilder, The Ides Of March
