“A ton of earth a man would dig
To find an ounce of gold,”
Wise words from Heraclitus—
That Great Sage from days of old.
These words, they make me wonder,
Am I, too, a man deceived?
Have I worn out every shovel
To have then a spec received?
For high and low mine eyes have searched
While my young soul was straightening,
And ne’er has e’er an image compared
To this pneumatic awakening.