In the greatestest confusion there is still an open channel to the soul. It may be difficult to find because by midlife it is overgrown, and some of the wildest thickets that surround it grow out of what we describe as our education.
But the channel is always there, and it is our business to keep it open, to have access to the deepest part of ourselves. “
Great God! This is an awful place and terrible enough for us to have laboured to it without the reward of priority… we took risks, we knew we took them… Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance, and courage of my companions.
These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale …