Who can demolish faith? Who can wipe out joy? Men have tried, in every age. But they have not succeeded. Joy and faith are inherent in the universe. In growth there is pain and struggle; in accomplishment there is joy and exuberance; in fulfillment there is peace and serenity. Between planes and spheres of existence, terrestrial and superterrestrial, there are ladders and lattices. The one who mounts sings.  (S)he is made drunk and exalted by unfolding vistas. She ascends sure-footedly, thinking not of what lies below, should she slip and lose her grasp, but of what lies ahead. Everything lies ahead. The way is endless, and the farther one reaches the more the road opens up. The bogs and quagmires, the marshes, the sinkholes, the pits and snares are all in the mind. They lurk in waiting, ready to swallow one up the moment one ceases to advance. The phantasmal world which has not been fully conquered over. It is the world of the past, never of the future. To move forward clinging to the past is like dragging a ball and chain. The prisoner is not the one who has committed a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over. We are all guilty of crime, the great crime of not living life to the full. But we are all potentially free. We can stop thinking of what we have failed to do and do whatever lies within our power. What these powers that are in us may be no one has truly dared to imagine. That they are infinite is everything. Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.

 - Henry Miller