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Thus will operate slowly the renovation of humanity, still so young, so ignorant of itself, but whose
desire will carry it, little by little toward the comprehension of its tasks and its aims at the same time that its
field of exploration and its perspective enlarge. With each step gained, seeing and desiring more, feeling the
center within itself vivified and enlivened, it will see also the shadows disappearing – the somber enigmas of
the world resolving – and the way brightened by powerful rays of light. With the shadows will vanish, little by
little, narrow prejudices, vain terrors, and apparent contradictions of the universe. Harmony will reign and man
will feel his heart and his thoughts enlarged. He will advance anew toward the end of his work, yet his work
has no end – for each time humanity lifts itself toward a new ideal which it believes to be the supreme ideal, it
has in truth attained only to the system corresponding to its own degree of evolution. But each time, also, from
every effort made toward higher ideals will flow new forces and new pleasures, and it will find in the joy of
life and progression, which is the law of being, a more intimate communion with the universe, and a more
complete possession of goodness and beauty.
O writers, artists, poets, you whose numbers increase daily, whose productions multiply like a rising
tide, often beautiful in form, but weak at the foundation – superficial and material, what talents you expend on
mediocre results! What vast efforts are wasted on evil passions, on inferior and unworthy interests! While vast
and magnificent horizons surround you, while the marvelous book of the universe and the soul lies open before
you, while genius invites you to noble tasks which will fertilize the advancement of humanity, you rest
contented with puerile and sterile studies, with work which blunts the conscience, and wherein the spirit
swoons and languishes in the exaggerated cult of impure instincts.
Who among you will give the world the epic of the soul striving for the conquest of its destiny in the
immense cycle of the ages – its sorrows and its joys, its descent into the abysses of life, its rising on wings of
aspiration into the light – its immolations and holocausts which are ransoms for past acts – its redeeming
missions and its growing participation in divinity? Which one of you will give to earth the powerful harmonies
of the universe – the gigantic harp vibrating under the thought of God – the song of worlds, the eternal rhythm
which rocks the cradle of the stars and the humanities! Or the slow elaborating, the powerful gestation of the
conscience through inferior stages – the laborious construction of an individuality, a moral being? Who will
tell of the conquests of life – life always growing greater, more serene, more illumined by rays from on high?
The march from summit to summit, the pursuit of happiness – of power and pure love? Who will sing the work
of man – immortal toiler, lifting through his doubts, anguish and tears, the sublime and harmonious edifice of
his thinking consciousness and personality – always onward – always upward – always higher? Who will teach
us these things? The inner voices, and the voices from Beyond! Learn to open and turn the leaves and read the
book hidden in you – the book of being. It will tell you what you have been, and what you will be: it will teach
you the greatest of mysteries – the creation of the self, by constant effort and sovereign action, which, in the
silence of your thoughts, awakens your genius, and stirs you to paint beautiful pictures, sculpture ideal forms,
compose harmonious symphonies, and write glorious poems. All is there in you – around you: all is speaking,
all is vibrating – the visible and the invisible: all is chanting the glory of life, the intoxication of thought, of
creation, of association with the work universal: splendor of seas and starry heavens, majesty of white
mountain peaks, perfume of flowers, luster of rays, mysterious voices of the forests, melodies of earth and
space, the voices of the Invisible which speak in the silence of the evening: the voice of conscience, that echo
of the voice divine – all are teaching and revealing to him who knows how to listen, comprehend, think, and
act. Then above all, the supreme vision, the vision without forms, the incarnated thought, the final harmony of
the essence of the law which unites all things, from our inner souls to the farthest star in its resplendent unity.
And the chain of life, winding into infinity – a ladder of spiritual power which carries to God the
appeals of man by prayer, and brings to man the response of God by inspiration! And now one more question.
Why, in the midst of the immense labor and abundant intellectual production which characterizes our epoch,
do we find so few notable works and great conceptions? Because we have ceased to see divine things with the
eyes of the soul, because we have ceased to believe and love! Let us then return to the celestial and eternal
source; it is the only remedy for our anemic morality. Let us turn our thoughts to things solemn and profound.
May science illuminate and complete by the intuitions of consciousness the higher faculties of the mind.
Modern spiritualism will lend its aid.
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