The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

I love to doubt as well as know.