Is It Sin, Which Makes The Worm

I Believe I Can Even Yet Remember When I Saw The Stars For The First Time.

I Was So Astonished That Another Had Penetrated So Deeply Into The Secrets Of My Soul, And That He Knew What I Did Not Know Myself, That When I Recovered From It He Had Already Been Long Upon The Street.

Yes, Now I Understood For The First Time That My Soul Was Not So Poor And Empty As It Had Seemed To Me, And That It Had Been Only The Sun That Was Lacking To Open All Its Germs, And Buds To The Light.

Of These Years Nought Remains In Memory But The Sad Feeling That We Have Advanced And Only Grown Older.

Without A Belief In Personal Immortality, Religion Surely Is Like An Arch Resting On One Pillar, Like A Bridge Ending In An Abyss.