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Have you not seen a child reaching out to a bit of flickering sunshine on the floor, and have you not smiled indulgently at its baby efforts to grasp the golden plaything? Your smile is born of superior wisdom, but you are just as ignorant of that which attracts you, now, at your stage of the game, as is that baby on the floor. There was a time when you also cried and kicked in childish rage and disappointment because you could not seize a bit of sunshine in your chubby little palm. And here you are chasing it still. No longer, as in your baby days, do you creep after it, for with the growth of years you have developed the power of running, and so you follow in swift pursuit your fleck of sunshine all over the world—and never grasp it!

Hence it follows that you are either crabbed and embittered or else saddened and melancholy.

From start to finish the sunshine you sought to grasp was a bit of happiness, but always and ever it turned to illusion just as your hand closed upon it. You have reached the darkness of night. The sun has set and there is no longer the tiniest speck of sunshine for you to follow. So you say and think, but, 0, child in the house of truth, do you not know that the sun does not sink to rise no more? To-morrow is coming and with it the sun. Possibly the clouds may obscure it, but there is another day