ple, whether great or humble, are not very clear abou themselves, that is, the deepest self. This self is silent in many people. These people are silent and live the same life as yesterday day after day. In others,wall penstocks, it boils and brings endless suffering to its owner. What, you say, is it that makes blind Milton struggle to write poetry? It's not it. You see, a lot of people have made promises to him, and when Andershev said he was a poor man, he made up his mind that nothing