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Progress Is The Increasing Control Of The Environment By Life.

The Past Is Not Dead. Indeed, It Is Often Not Even Past.

It Is True That Even Across The Himalayan Barrier India Has Sent To The West, Such Gifts As Grammar And Logic, Philosophy And Fables, Hypnotism And Chess, And Above All Numerals And The Decimal System.

India Was The Motherland Of Our Race, And Sanskrit The Mother Of Europe's Languages: She Was The Mother Of Our Philosophy; Mother, Through The Arabs, Of Much Of Our Mathematics; Mother, Through The Buddha, Of The Ideals Embodied In Christianity; Mother, Through The Village Community, Of Self-government And Democracy. Mother India Is In Many Ways The Mother Of Us All.

That A Few Simple Men Should In One Generation Have Invented So Powerful And Appealing A Personality, So Lofty Ethic, And So Inspiring A Vision Of Human Brotherhood, Would Be A Miracle Far More Incredible Than Any Recorded In The Gospels.