We know no more of our beginning and end, of what preceded
the one and will round off the other, than King Alfred did.
“Our life,” said he to his nobles one evening, as they were
sitting beside the great fireplace, “is something that is
bounded by impenetrable obscurity. A little bird flies from
the darkness of the outside night into the brightness of this
room, flutters a minute or two in the warmth and light, and then
flies through the opposite window into the night once more.”
Nearly two thousand years have gone by since Alfred delivered
himself of this fable, but the centuries have brought us no new
wisdom.--San Francisco _Chronicle_.
(1500)
See UNKNOWN REALITIES.