When I got to 40 or so... I had the sense when I looked back over my life I would actually see a mess of decisions， a few of which I had thought about， some of which I had sort of stumbled on， and many that I had no control over whatsoever.
I do not know what I may appear to the world， but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore， and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary， whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
