All I've tried to do (with my writing) is capture the essence of my time.

If you could not accept the past and its burden there was no future, for without one there cannot be the other.

If you are an idealist, it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.

Yet the definition we have made of ourselves is ourselves. To break out of it, we must make a new self. But how can the self make a new self when the selflessness which it is, is the only substance from which the new self can be made?

History is all explained by geography.

The asking and the answering which history provides may help us to understand, even to frame, the logic of experience to which we shall submit. History cannot give us a program for the future, but it can give us a fuller understanding of ourselves, and of our common humanity, so that we can better face the future.

The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.