To stumble with dazzled acquiescence br Into the full light of the world br Is pain indeed! br The mind recoils, br Spins colored webs of comfort, br Insubstantial as promises, br Or from the refuge of indignation br Seeks angrily for a cause. br br That I should, or cannot, br Means only I am as I was. br Who can foresee? br But it is nice to think br That the dinosaurs took to the air. br Nothing is wasted.