THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE 



cocoanut travels from coral island to coral is- 

 land across the ocean without the salt wave de- 

 stroying its life. The planet and sun move 

 only as single islands in the air ocean. 



My glance clings once more modestly and 

 doubtingly to the old flint knife. With this little 

 knife magnified to giant size you can conquer 

 heaven and earth, you dreamer of life, man. Yet 

 the most marvelous of all is that I can dream 

 over all this. Why then does my mind fly 

 through the air ocean and bore deep into the 

 loins of the earth. All our technique is still 

 but an improved flint knife. Our mind al- 

 ready grasps the sum. Out of the primitive 

 mental life, however, this flint knife was 

 once born. Let us anticipate what tools he 

 may yet set between himself and his dreams of 

 the stars. 



Loud rushes the melting water and the high 

 wall quakes and quakes. White fog rises up 

 and gradually covers the green glacier plain and 

 shuts out the moon. Now something runs 

 through the fog, like a rosy light. Morning 

 dawns. But its rosy clouds bloom over a meas- 

 ureless empty plain. Sand, naked, yellow sand 

 and on to the horizon. It is the desert before 

 which life has ever hesitated. The circling sand 

 is whirled about by the morning wind. It is 

 not alone where the ice has gone that these des- 

 erts exist. They have their greatest extent in 

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