One Problem that stands in the heart of every attempt to solve life's riddle is the mystery of pain. Every so often we hear of an apparently innocent person experiencing some great misfortune, and there comes to our lips the question- Why? Every story of seemingly undeserved heartache cries out for an explanation:

I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven

To the Will I have added the deed;

The Best that was in me I have given,

I have prayed, but the Gods would not heed.

I have dared and reached only disaster.

I have battled and broken my lance,

I am bruised by a pitiless master

That the weak and the timid call chance.

I am old, I am bent, I am cheated

Of all that Youth urged me to Win;

But name me not with the defeated

Tomorrow again, I begin