The Task Of Life Is

The Time For The Kingdom May Be Far Off, But The Task Is Plain: To Retain Our Share In God In Spite Of Peril And Contempt. There Is A War To Wage Against The Vulgar, The Glorification Of The Absurd, A War That Is Incessant, Universal. Loyal To The Presence Of The Ultimate In The Common, We May Be Able To Make It Clear That Man Is More Than Man, That In Doing The Finite He May Perceive The Infinite .

In The Midst Of Our Applauding The Feats Of Civilization, The Bible Flings Itself Like A Knife Slashing Our Complacency; Remind Us That God, Too, Has A Voice In History.

Solitude Is A Necessary Protest To The Incursions And The False Alarms Of Society's Hysteria, A Period Of Cure And Recovery.

Normal Consciousness Is A State Of Stupor, In Which The Sensibility To The Wholly Real And Responsiveness To The Stimuli Of The Spirit Are Reduced. The Mystics, Knowing That Man Is Involved In A Hidden History Of The Cosmos, Endeavor To Awake From The Drowsiness And Apathy And To Regain The State Of Wakefulness For Their Enchanted Souls.

A Test Of A People Is How It Behaves Toward The Old. It Is Easy To Love Children. Even Tyrants And Dictators Make A Point Of Being Fond Of Children. But The Affection And Care For The Old, The Incurable, The Helpless Are The True Gold Mines Of A Culture.