I had thought all that was over.  
I remember my struggles to recover my peace.
 
I remember how very late one night I went up to the deck to smoke a cigar before turning in. It was a warm moonlight night. The broad low waves of ebony water that went past below, and were and starred with phosphorescence. The recumbent moon, past its full and sinking , seemed bigger than I had ever seen it before, and the roundness of the globe was manifest about the edge of the sky. One had that sense so rare on land, so common in the night at sea, of the world as a conceivable sphere, and of interstellar space as of something clear and close at hand.
 
There came back to me again that feeling I had lost for a time in Germany of being not myself but Man consciously on his little planet communing with God.
 
But my spirit was saying all the time, "I am still in my pit, in my pit. After all I am still in my pit."
 
And then there broke the answer on my mind, that all our lives we must struggle out of our pits, that to struggle ou............