We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about us,
and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us. We are set
down in life as in the element to which we best correspond, and over
and above this we have through thousands of years of accommodation become
so like this life, that when we hold still we are, through a happy mimicry,
scarcely to be distinguished from all that surrounds us. We have no
reason to mistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors,
they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abysses belong to us; are
dangers at hand, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our
life according to that principle which counsels us that we must always
hold to the difficult, then that which now still seems to us the most
alien will become what we most trust and find most faithful. How should
we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of
all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into
princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who
are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything
terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help
from us.