Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.

The one thing I do remember is that as I retraced my steps through all the familiar streets of my life, Inow felt completely lost.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

It is easy to go down into Hell night and day the gates of dark Death stand wide but to climb back again to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub the task.