That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass glory in the flower. We will grieve not rather find strength in what remains behind.
The great work must inevitably be obscure except to the very few to those who like the author himself are initiated into the mysteries. Communication then is secondary: it is perpetuation which is important. For this only one good reader is necessary.
