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The Quest of Our Lives

accept life. ("Gad, Ma'am, you'd better!" Carlyle is reported to have told a lady who made much the same statement.) What can I count on then? The answer is simple: Myself.
This may not seem much of an answer. But in this reckoning I am not counting on the ostensible "me" but on someone else who in dire need I have found within myself, a secret citadel so deeply hidden in the jungle of daily happenings that the way to it is often blocked or forgotten and the key to the gate mislaid. Yet the "safe place" is there. It has sheltered me before. I can find it again. Then why should I be scared? Suddenly, lightheartedly, I am not.
Like many of us, I'm not dogmatically religious. But I have faith in God. Like Malvolio, "I think nobly of the human soul." When things have gone badly I've found myself running circles, like a hunted hare with the hounds and hunters at my heels. Then, almost at my last gasp, I have remembered that other self within me who is neither defenseless nor afraid. The frightened, hunted me has taken refuge in that hidden "safe place" and slammed the gates in the teeth of pursuit. The enemy may batter at the walls. "Me" he cannot get. And with that certainty there has come over me a great peace and sense of reintegration; I have been able to go out and meet the enemy-often to find he was no enemy at all.
The other day some friends and I were discussing our dangerous and difficult times in relation to the Good Life. We had all had, it seemed, the same experience: we knew of the "safe place" within ourselves-but were not at first sure how we reached it. We came finally to one simple, homespun conclusion. We could not reach it except we stood on the firm ground of moral integrity. The way to the citadel was closed automatically to the cheat, the liar, the tyrant, the self-seeker. It was closed to us whenever we wavered from an absolute code of honor and decency. We betrayed ourselves to the enemy with every ungenerous, intolerant, dishonest act. We might appear prosperous and powerful. We might assume the bearing of courage and self-confidence as gangsters do. But at heart we should be frightened, vulnerable little people.

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