Ah, What A Morning This Is, Awakening

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

I Never Was But An Isolated Bon Vivant, Which Is Absurd; Or A Mystic Bon Vivant, Which Is An Impossible Thing.

After The Rains Departed The Skies And Settled On Earth - Clear Skies; Moist Brilliant Earth - Greater Clarity Returned To Life Alone With The Blue Above And Made The World Below Rejoice With The Freshness Of The Recent Rain. It Left Heaven In Our Souls And A Freshness In Our Hearts.

I'm A Man For Whom The Outside World Is An Inner Reality.

Never Read A Book To The End, Nor Even In Sequence And Without Skipping.