When something does not insist on being noticed, when we aren't grabbed by the collar or struck on the skull by a presence or an event, we take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.
The healthy being craves an occasional wildness, a jolt from normality, a sharpening of the edge of appetite, his own little festival of the Saturnalia, a brief excursion from his way of life.
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And barely dares the danger nature shrinks from.