I do not know for certain what I live for. Only God knows that. But on the other hand, viewing my life in the long perspective of the years, I have learned from the indubitable certainty of life to rate that intimate experiences—that whatever fragments of truth, beauty, and goodness I have been able to reach—have fed and strengthened my soul, as milk, bread, and meat have periodically fed and strengthened my physical organism. And—because of what seems to be their supernatural energies—truth, beauty, and goodness repeatedly and mysteriously have sustained and carried me forward into a more abundant life, even in the midst of the most threatening conditions and unpromising circumstances.