We all know too much.

People used to be happy because they were ignorant--they had no sort of idea why they were born, or what they came into the world for.

Now they've learned the horrid truth that they are only here just as the trees and flowers are here--to breed other trees and flowers and then go out of it--for no purpose, apparently.

They are 'disillusioned.' They say 'what's the use ?' To put up with so much trouble and labour for the folks coining after us whom we shall never see,--it seems perfectly foolish and futile.

They used to believe in another life after this--but that hope has been knocked out of them.