There is an unquenchable and irresistible thirst of the soul
That demands an explanation of the world in which it finds itself
Such aspiration is that of the historian
Who also seeks law and order in the universe
History,like science,like religion,is a constant search for such law
Which yet always just eludes the grasp
Time...., still, like an ever-rolling stream,bears all its sons away
and it is the stream itself and the spirit that dwells therein that we study
Man of the Old Stone Age lived on the flesh of the creatures he slayed
His dependence on the chase led him to observe the habits and the forms of the animals that he hunted
With the accuracy and beauty of his paintings rousing the wonder and admiration of those who explore his caves.
But when did the process begin?
It is as hard to answer this as to answer the question-
When does a man begin to grow old?
Before that I to be begun,I did begin to be undone.
