Soon
the child's clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions,
preconceptions and abstractions. Simple free being becomes encrusted
with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an
instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun
glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty
and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day, we become
seekers
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