You live with God around you, hopelessly incapable of perceiving
His existence save through that faint spark of unconscious faith
that was mercifully planted in you. Snuff that out with dull
efforts at reason, and you have nothing.
WE LONG FOR IMMORTAL IMPERFECTION-- WE CAN'T HAVE IT.
All our longings for immortality, all our plans for immortal life
are based on the hope that Divine Providence will condescend to
let us live in another world as we live here.
Each of us wants to be himself in the future life, and to see his
friends as he knew them.
We want to preserve individuality forever and ever, when the
stars shall have faded away and the days of matter ended.
But what is individuality except imperfection? You are different
from Smith, Smith is different from Jones. But it is simply a
difference of imperfect construction. One is more foolish than
another, one is more irresponsibly moved to laughter or
anger--that constitutes his personality.
Remove our imperfections and we should all be alike--smooth off
all agglomerations of matter on all sides and everything would be
spherical.
What would be the use of keeping so many of us if we were all
perfect, and therefore all alike? One talks through his nose,
one has a deep voice.
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