the other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency we fear to die; a reverence for our past act or word because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loth to disappoint them.
but why should you keep your head over your shoulder? why drag about this corpse of your memory, lest you contradict somewhat you have stated in this or that public place? suppose you should contradict yourself what then? it is dangerous to seek complete control there is no certainty in life. it seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on your memory alone, scarcely even in acts of pure memory. but to bring the past for judgement into the thousand eyed present, and live ever in a new day.
in your philosophy you have denied personality to the deity. life is for the young death is for the old. yet when the devote motions of the soul come, yield to them heart and life, though they should clothe love with shape and colour. live your theory as joseph left his coat in the hand of the harlot and flee. to live is to suffer to understand is to find meaning in the suffering. the populus always complain never appreciative. you told me i came back for love maybe i just did. i love you best when you are silent. there is one mind one soul one heart one love one mic one earth one heaven.