A better chance for strugglers, a more generous reward for hard
work, better organization of social life, solution of the great
unsolved problem of real civilization, will end the bartender's
procession.
Meanwhile, keep out of it if you can. And be glad if it can be
suspended, temporarily at least, on Sundays.
WHAT SHOULD BE A MAN'S OBJECT IN LIFE?
Sermons in stones are familiar, but few take the trouble to dig
them out. Certainly none looks for sermons in a one-cent evening
newspaper.
At the same time, will you kindly think over and answer the
question that heads this column?
Here we are, marooned for a few days on a flying ball of earth.
We don't know how we got here. We don't know where we are going.
We are full of beautiful and satisfying FAITH. But we don't
KNOW.
Into this Universe, and WHY not knowing,
Nor WHENCE, like Water, willy-nilly flowing;
And out of it as Wind along the Waste,
I know not WHITHER, willy-nilly blowing.
That's the way Omar, the old tent-maker, puts it. ----
We drift from dinner to the theatre, thence to bed, thence to
breakfast, thence to work, and so on. Or, if in hard luck, we
struggle and wail, "cursing our day," or more frequently cursing
society.
We rarely stop to think what it is all about, or what we are here
for.
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