Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.
It's not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that walks in us. It's all sorts of dead ideas, and lifeless old beliefs, and so forth. They have no vitality, but they cling to us all the same, and we can't get rid of them.
It is the very mark of the spirit of rebellion to crave for happiness in this life
