A vista I once gazed upon, of modest tranquility and modest hopes. When those things are crushed, man will rise up. The hope they possess, as well as their stage of evolution, calls forth tremendous power, and man does battle. And they learn the terrible meaning of despair. People ask themselves: "Why do we fight? "Why do we kill?" "Why are we overthrown?" They go to their graves never learning the answers. It is this that is "happiness" for people.















