““You have suffered,” thought his dream-filled brain. “You have been redeemed by suffering. You have attained to bliss... Is it worth while to suffer?-Yes.” And he walked out of the cathedral on feet which were still as though dead, tentatively, he stepped through the mighty door-way, stood dazzled in the light and swayed as though drunken. For the wine of suffering which he had drunk, was very heavy, and intoxicating, and white-hot. His soul spoke within him as he reeled along: “I will go home and look for my mother.””
