Just out of college, I went abroad in a rosy flush of goodwill to meet my foreign brothers and sisters, so to speak, to work with them for a new world. A great vitality seized me and made everything seem possible.
Then came the awakening. The idea, like a cut flower, didn’t stay fresh. It faded and died in the doubletalk of dictators and ordinary politicians, and the conniving suspicions of governments. I complained to a friend that if this idea was the truth, why didn’t it flourish? And I remember his answer: “How do you know truth won’t triumph? None of us knows,” he went on, “when the seeds we sow will sprout or where. Some will be destroyed. But if you’ll recognize the truth in your heart, and try to live the consequences of that truth in your life, the positive effort itself will give your life meaning.