man has ever
been given,
this was, unquestionably,
the greatest
and the cruelest,
as it seemed,
most perversely,
to do the most good
in curing the sicknesses
which had heretofore
driven him:
his belief
that there is any such thing
as true knowledge,
instead of that
black sea of
fascinating glimmers;
and his addiction
to confusion which impersonates
complexity—
both of which were easily
and unsympathetically
subsumed
into that baffling
pool of immutable
simplicity
which the shepherds
called
night sky.