All life is a struggle in the dark.
Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.
Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.
Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.
Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.