As a beast, the forces of life aligned him with them; as a man, he has not yet wholly learned to align himself with the forces.

In this intermediate stage he wavers--neither drawn in harmony with nature by his instincts nor yet wisely putting himself into harmony by his own free-will.

He is even as a wisp in the wind, moved by every breath of passion, acting now by his will and now by his instincts, erring with one, only to retrieve by the other, falling by one, only to rise by the other--a creature of incalculable variability.

We have the consolation of knowing that evolution is ever in action, that the ideal is a light that cannot fail.
He will not forever balance thus between good and evil.

When this jangle of free-will instinct shall have been adjusted, when perfect under standing has given the former the power to replace the latter entirely, man will no longer vary.