The World has hid her sprightly face behind a pearly gossamer veil, that while she waits her coming groom no man may see her maiden eyes. Though she was long a charge of night, he is not loth to let her go, for he but fostered her a while, ‘till one arise to take his place. The East proclaims her lover comes in splendour: robed in violet hues, to raise her from her humble state and rend in her a wondrous change. And as his face looks o’er the hills it beams to see her waiting there. He casts aside the vexing veil and wraps her in his loving arms.
“If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.” -C.S. Lewis