[Gutenberg 460] • The Dawn of a To-morrow

As he watched the painful flickering of the damp and smoking wood and coal he remembered this and thought that there had been a lifetime of such awakenings, not knowing that the morbidness of a fagged brain blotted out the memory of more normal days and told him fantastic lies which were but a hundredth part truth. He could see only the hundredth part truth, and it assumed proportions so huge that he could see nothing else. In such a state the human brain is an infernal machine and its workings can only be conquered if the mortal thing which lives with it-day and night, night and day-has learned to separate its controllable from its seemingly uncontrollable atoms, and can silence its clamor on its way to madness.