A young child who sensed since he was ten years old or even a long time before, that his life, his parent's life were all so pure that it would not go along with what "Life" is supposed to be. Two worlds then Sinclair had imagined. Half good, half evil, which a fine line separated them. Two worlds yet he knew as early as he knew about their existence that he belonged to neither of them. Then where? Sinclair's worst fear had emerged. As a mere consolation Sinclair found himself picturing a goal that has no clear means. A road to oneself. That was his "task" he believed and nothing else. But how? This "self" which has no model nor ideal! I remember those lines that could illustrate his struggle. He said: "There was only one thing I couldn’t do: wrest the darkly hidden goal from inside me and see it before me, the way the others did, who knew how long their path would take and what advantages it would bring. That was what I could not do. "
A young child who sensed since he was ten years
old
or even a long time
before
, that his life, his parent's life were all
so
pure that it would not go along with what
"
Life
"
is supposed
to be. Two worlds then Sinclair had imagined. Half
good
, half evil, which a fine line separated them. Two worlds
yet
he knew as early as he knew about their existence that he belonged to neither of them. Then where? Sinclair's worst fear had emerged.
As
a mere consolation Sinclair found himself picturing a goal that has no
clear
means. A road to oneself. That was his
"
task
"
he believed and nothing else.
But
how? This
"
self
"
which has no model nor ideal! I remember those lines that could illustrate his struggle. He said:
"
There was
only
one thing I couldn’t do: wrest the
darkly
hidden goal from inside me and
see
it
before
me, the way the others did, who knew how long their path would take and what advantages it would bring. That was what I could not do.
"
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