EACH FOR ITS OWN SAKE 



for surrendering it to the Devil, and for turning 

 from it in search of a better. 



Our religion is at fault, our saints have betrayed 

 us, our theologians have blackened and defaced our 

 earthly temple, and swapped it off for cloud man- 

 sions in the Land of Nowhere. The heavens embrace 

 us always; the far-off is here, close at hand; the 

 ground under your door-stone is a part of the morn- 

 ing star. If we could only pull ourselves up out of 

 our absorption in trivial affairs, out of the petty 

 turmoil of our practical lives, and see ourselves and 

 our world in perspective and as a part of the celes- 

 tial order, we could cease to weep and wail over our 

 prosaic existence. 



The astronomic view of our world, and the Dar- 

 winian view of our lives must go together. As one 

 came out of the whirling, fiery nebulae, so the other 

 came out of the struggling, slowly evolving, bio- 

 logical world of the unicellular life of the old seas. 



Biologic time sets its seal upon one, and cosmic 

 time upon the other. Dignity and beauty and mean- 

 ing are given to our lives when we see far enough 

 and wide enough, when we see the forces that min- 

 ister to us, and the natural order of which we forix 

 a part. 



