Human thought is not a firework
"Human thought is not a firework, ever shooting off fresh forms andshapes as it burns; it is a tree, growing very slowly--you can watchit long and see no movement--very silently, unnoticed. It was plantedin the world many thousand years ago, a tiny, sickly plant. And menguarded it and tended it, and gave up life and fame to aid its growth.In the hot days of their youth, they came to the gate of the gardenand knocked, begging to be let in, and to be counted among thegardeners. And their young companions without called to them to come back, and play the man with bow and spear, and win sweet smiles from rosy lips, and take their part amid the feast, and dance, not stoop with wrinkled brows, at weaklings' work. And the passers by mocked them and called shame, and others cried out to stone them. And still they stayed there laboring, that the tree might grow a little, and they died and were forgotten."