Then it came to me that my life there was too small to float the vessel of my desires. I wanted to cry out to all those who were left behind, but my tears choked me and only a violent fit of trembling shook my body. I knew that even if I went back to them, after many years of loneliness in another land, I would not be able to pick up where I had left off. I was going out into the world to build a new life with untried materials, and I knew that if I succeeded and went back to them, then it was only to drink of the water of our common spring.