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Man Know Thyself 

Oh man, most perfect of nature's creations - sum total of thousands of centuries of toil and work and planning! Humanity, vessel of the Gods -  wherefore sleepest thou!

Cans't think that the small and foolish pleasures of thy daily living, wherein the senses find but temporary assuagement, are the sole reason for thy creation? That a great planet, hung in this Solar System by Beings wise and great beyond thy present comprehension couldst have been created for the inane pleasure of such a purposeless existence?

Even the small bee, apart from his tiny individual world has a cosmic part to play in the advancement and progress of the race helping the reproduction of flower-kind... the tiny earthworm offers Earth a service in opening the soil to the currents of air and sun... the butterfly carries light and finer ethers through the atmosphere of Earth - each in his place created and working for the Whole.

And yet, humanity, more wise - more fine, more noble far than they - you inquire not of your purpose - content to breathe the Breath of Life without offering ought to be an answer for your being.

Awaken - oh people from thy smug complacency and stir yourselves from the life of pleasure and contentment and whilst there is yet time find a purpose for thy living.

A wise man in preparation for any journey first selects his goal and then if he be prudent seeks out the quickest and the most direct way to reach it - planning in advance the journey and the pace which he must set.

And yet in life - the greatest and most important of his pilgrimages he is most dull - drifting aimlessly about - following whatever path opens next before his eyes and making endless circlings - achieving nothing.

Would that the day might come that man - surfeited with much senseless wandering - might seek the wisdom of those who have journeyed on before him, and humbly and wisely asking for the mapped course - study it well and then - gathering about him his necessary belongings, start forward to that goal.

Looking upon the progress and unfoldment of humankind, we see that their endless runnings to and fro are not more profitable than the busy ants in their communities.

We long for the hour that their ceaseless movement might be stilled and they, at last, wanting to know where they are going might allow those who know the way to assist them to face their goal. . . and march forward quickly to its Victory.

...From the early writings of Lady Miriam...

 

 

 

 

 

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