But it is all thing,an escape,and the prophets who have redeemed the world,and the artist who have made the world beautiful,and the lover who have quickened the pulses of the world,have really whether they knew it or not, been fleeing from the certaintly of one thought;that we have all us, only our one day; and from the dread of that other thought that the day,however used,must often all be wasted.