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The life of everybody is a road to himself. ... No man has ever yet attained to self-realization, yet he strives after it, one ploddingly, another with less effort, as best he can. Each one carries the remains of his birth, slime and eggshells, with him to the end.

– Herman Hesse, Demian

There is no more to do

But to turn and go away,

Turn and finally go

From one who was much to me,

Nothing to anyone else.

Often it must be so

And always words be false.

Child, do you blame what is?

Child, do you blame what was?

– Sydney Tremayne, ‘A Burial’