I know, Your Honor, that every atom of life in
all this universe is bound up together. I know that a pebble cannot be
thrown into the ocean without disturbing every drop of water in the sea.
I know that every life is inextricably mixed and woven with every other
life. I know that every influence, conscious and unconscious, acts and
reacts on every living organism, and that no one can fix the blame. I know
that all life is a series of infinite chances, which sometimes result one
way and sometimes another. I have not the infinite wisdom that can
fathom it, neither has any other human brain. But I do know that in back
of it is a power that made it, that power alone can tell, and if there
is no power, then it is an infinite chance, which man cannot solve.
Is a Series
of Infinite Chances
Why should this boy's life be bound up with
Frederick Nietzsche, who died thirty years ago, insane, in Germany? I don't
I only know it is.