A person who does not know the history of the last 3,000 years wanders in the darkness of ignorance, unable to make sense of the reality around him.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MEPHISTO. Honor to you, you reverend peak, With your great forests of stout oak, Whose umbrage Luna's brightest light Strives in vain to penetrate! —But in those bushes there I see A spark glowing modestly. How luckily things work out, yes, It's him, it's him, Homunculus! 8080 And where have you been, minikin?
A dim vastness is spread before our souls; the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision... But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant 'there' becomes the present 'here,' all is changed; we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness.