You think darkness is your ally. You've merely adapted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was a man and by then it was only blinding.
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Skirting the rocks at the forest edgeWith a running flame from ledge to ledge,Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms,A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms;Bronzed and molded by wind and sun,Maddening, gladdening every oneWith a gypsy beauty full and fine,—A health to the crimson columbine!
elaine goodale eastmanScience discovers, genius invents, industry applies, and man adapts himself to, or is molded by, new things
Skirting the rocks at the forest edge With a running flame from ledge to ledge, Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms, A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms; Bronzed and molded by wind and sun, Maddening, gladdening every one With a gypsy beauty full and fine, A health to the crimson columbine!
An aphorism, honestly stamped and molded, has not yet been “deciphered” once we have read it over; rather, its exegesis for which an art of exegesis is needed has only just begun.
Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered; it is something molded.
antoine de saint exupéry