O, what men dare do! What men may do!
What men daily do, not knowing what they do. –Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
One of the lessons we have derived from the events of our time is that we cannot dwell at ease under the sun of civilization, that man is the least harmless of beings. It is as if every minute were packed with tension like the interlude between lightning and thunder, and our moral order were a display of ancient oaks with ephemeral roots. It took one storm to turn the civilization into inconceivable inferno.
Trees do not die of age, but because of barriers that prevent the rays of the sun for reaching, because of branches that lose self-restraint, spreading more than the roots can stand. We today may rarely gaze at the sky or horizon, yet there are lightenings that even overbearing trees do not cease to dread. Only fools are afraid to fear and to listen to the constant collapse of task and time over the hedge, with life being buried beneath the ruins.
What do we learn from our lives? The lessons learned through time and experience? Have we at learned how much we can never understand?
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