The race flows through us, the race is the drama and we are the incidents. This is not any sort of poetical statement; it is a statement of fact. In so far as we are individuals, in so far as we seek to follow merely individual ends, we are accidental, disconnected, without significance, the sport of chance. Insofar as we realise ourselves as experiments of the species for the species, just in so far do we escape from the accidental and the chaotic. We are episodes in an experience greater than ourselves.
Source - H.G.Wells, 21 September 1866 – 13 August 1946, First and Last Things, 1908.
Winslow Homer, 24 February 1836 – 29 September 1910, Kissing the Moon, 1904.
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