Exposed to the sun, young trees sprang up.

Without the force of light and heat and dew and rain these seeds were dormant or dead.

Thus each mind is a dead mind until the full warmth of great impulses quickens the dormant energies.

The hopes, the ambitions, the aspirations of youth all conspire to make this a most strategic period.

Then all the forces of life unite in a great gulf stream for bearing the soul up and sweeping it forward to new climes and richer shores.
Strategic the hour of prosperity.