security. and yet how much more human is the dangerous in security that drives those prisoners in poe's stories to feel out the shapes of their horrible dungeons and not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their cells. we, however, are not prisoners. no traps or snares have been set around us, and there is nothing that should frighten or upset us. we have been put into life as into the element we most accord with, and we have, moreover, through thousands of years of adaptation, come to resemble this life so greatly that when we hold still, through a fortunate mimicry we can hardly be differentiated from everything around us. we have no reason to harbor any mistrust against our world, for it is not against us. if it has terrors, they are our terrors; if it has abysses, these abysses belong to us; if there are dangers, we must try to love them. and if only we arrange our life in accordance with the principle which tells us that we must always trust in the difficult, then what n

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