Samuel Manashe wrote poems in a most concise manner. Perhaps this poem refers to what Jung explained about the aims of the second half of life being profoundly different from those of the first and that to linger too long in the youthful attitude can produce a division of the will. Consciousness is still pressing forward “to its own inertia, but the unconscious lags behind, because the strength and inner resolve needed for further expansion have been sapped.” Hence there is a disunity with oneself that breeds discontent. A critical atmosphere thus develops, the necessary prelude to conscious realization. There is a natural progress of thinning of one’s niche.