A guy was walking along the street one night, when he came upon a man–a

theoretical physicist–on

his hands and knees under a street light, searching the street. The

fellow asked him what he was

looking for, and the theoretician replied, “I’m looking for my car

keys.” Being a helpful sort, the fellow

started searching, too.

After a time he asked, “Are you sure you lost them here?”

“Of course not” replied the theoretician. “But at least there’s light

here.” Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a

soul

nobler and stronger than it was before.

– James Buckham