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Our March into the Desert

           Listen!whatislife?Itisafeather,itistheseedofthegrass,blownhitherandthither,sometimesmultiplyingitselfanddyingintheact,sometimescarriedawayintotheheavens. Butifthatseedbegoodandheavyitmayperchancetravelalittlewayontheroaditwills. Itiswelltotryandjourneyone’sroadandtofightwiththeair. Manmustdie. Attheworsthecanbutdiealittlesooner. Iwillgowiththeeacrossthedesertandoverthemountains,unlessperchanceIfalltothegroundontheway,myfather." 

           Hepausedawhile,andthenwentonwithoneofthosestrangeburstsofrhetoricaleloquencethatZulussometimesindulgein,whichtomymind,fullthoughtheyareofvainrepetitions,showthattheraceisbynomeansdevoidofpoeticinstinctandofintellectualpower. 

           "Whatislife?Tellme,Owhitemen,whoarewise,whoknowthesecretsoftheworld,andoftheworldofstars,andtheworldthatliesaboveandaroundthestars;whoflashyourwordsfromafarwithoutavoice; tellme,whitemen,thesecretofourlifewhitheritgoesandwhenceitcomes! 

           "Youcannotanswerme;youknownot. Listen,Iwillanswer.Outofthedarkwecame,intothedarkwego. Likeastorm-drivenbirdatnightweflyoutoftheNowhere; foramomentourwingsareseeninthelightofthefire,and,lo!wearegoneagainintotheNowhere. Lifeisnothing.Lifeisall.ItistheHandwithwhichweholdoffDeath. 

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