Youth possesses wings feathered with poetry and sinews rippling with vision, whereby it carries the young aloft, beyond the clouds. There they see the cosmos flooded with prismatic light rays like the colors of the rainbow and hear life chanting anthems of glory and majesty. But before long those lyrical wings are shredded by the storms of experience, and the plummet to the world of reality. The world of reality is a weird mirror, wherein men see themselves diminished and distorted.
