The common march went on again.

It filled a great space; it shook the rocky slopes with its weight.

In vain I bent my head--I could not hear the sound of my own steps, so blended was it with the others.

And I repeated obstinately to myself that one had to admire the intelligent force which sets all this deep mass in movement, which says to us or makes us say, "Forward!" or "It has to be!" or "You will _not_ know!" which hurls the world we are into a whirlpool so great that we do not even see the direction of our fall, into profundities we cannot see because they are profound.

We have need of masters who know all that we do not know.
* * * * * * Our weariness so increased and overflowed that it seemed as if we grew bigger at every step! And then one no longer thought of fatigue.