"When I was 4 years old, a cousin of mine said, 'Would

have not yet understood that question of life which presented

itself to Schopenhauer, Solomon, and Buddha. They see neither the

dragon that awaits them nor the mice gnawing the shrub by which

they are hanging, and they lick the drops of honey. but they lick

those drops of honey only for a while: something will turn their

attention to the dragon and the mice, and there will be an end to

their licking. From them I had nothing to learn -- one cannot

cease to know what one does know.

Great!（7752）