At First You Can Stand

I Owned The World That Hour As I Rode Over It. Free Of The Earth, Free Of The Mountains, Free Of The Clouds, But How Inseparably I Was Bound To Them.

All Mentally Well-balanced Persons Know That We Are Not Governed By The True Principals Of Social Justice When We Make The Main Aim Of Our Social Existence The Gaining Of Money.

Then What Am I - The Body Substance Which I Can See With My Eyes And Feel With My Hands? Or Am I This Realization, This Greater Understanding Which Dwells Within It, Yet Expands Through The Universe Outside; A Part Of All Existence, Powerless But Without Need For Power; Immersed In Solitude, Yet In Contact With All Creation? There Are Moments When The Two Appear Inseparable, And Others When They Could Be Cut Apart By The Merest Flash Of Light.

True, The Fragile Bodies Of His Fellows Do Not Weigh Down His Plane; True, The Fretful Minds Of Weaker Men Are Missing From His Crowded Cabin; But As His Airship Keeps Its Course He Holds Communion With Those Rare Spirits That Inspire To Intrepidity And By Their Sustaining Potency Give Strength To Arm, Resource To Mind, Content To Soul. Alone? With What Other Companions Would Man Fly To Whom The Choice Were Given?

If We Can Combine Our Knowledge Of Science With The Wisdom Of Wildness, If We Can Nurture Civilization Through Roots In The Primitive, Man's Potentialities Appear To Be Unbounded, Through This Evolving Awareness, And His Awareness Of That Awareness, He Can Emerge With The Miraculous-to Which We Can Attach What Better Name Than 'god'? And In This Merging, As Long Sensed By Intuition But Still Only Vaguely Perceived By Rationality, Experience May Travel Without Need For Accompanying Life.