The Mind Of An Ordinary Man Is

Life, The River Of The Spirit, Consenting To Anguish And Sorrow.

The Deeper We Look, The More We Shall Be Convinced That The One Thing Wanting, Which We Must Strive To Acquire Before All Others, Is Strength Strength Physical, Strength Mental, Strength Moral, But Above All Strength Spiritual Which Is The One Inexhaustible And Imperishable Source Of All The Others. If We Have Strength Everything Else Will Be Added To Us Easily And Naturally.

The Aggressive And Quite Illogical Idea Of A Single Religion For All Mankind, A Religion Universal By The Very Force Of Its Narrowness, One Set Of Dogmas, One Cult, One System Of Ceremonies, One Ecclesiastical Ordinance, One Array Of Prohibitions And Injunctions Which All Minds Must Accept On Peril Of Persecution By Men And Spiritual Rejection Or Eternal Punishment By God, That Grotesque Creation Of Human Unreason Which Has Been The Parent Of So Much Intolerance, Cruelty And Obscurantism And Aggressive Fanaticism, Has Never Been Able To Take Firm Hold Of The Indian Mentality.

To Doubt The Experience Is To Discourage It. Let It Be Developed, See What Is In It.

Life Was A Sorrowful Throb Of This Matter Teaching It Anguish, Teaching It Hope And Desire Trod Out Too Soon In The Mire, Life The Frail Joy That Regrets Its Briefness, Life The Long Sorrow.