Our day is pretty short, and closing fast.

We can pass, and another race can follow later.
But there is another alternative.

We still have in us the power to discriminate between our own idealism, our own self-conscious will, and that other reality, our own true spontaneous self.

Certainly we are so overloaded and diseased with ideas that we can't get well in a minute.

But we can set our faces stubbornly against the disease, once we recognize it.