THE EVOLUTION OF MAN 



voices. It is the fine voice of a little baby, this 

 monotonous and clear wail which sounds so help- 

 less and yet stirs so much compassion! 



We all have grown up, we all have developed 

 from such a small baby, such a bud of humanity. 

 And my glance wanders once more over the 

 green meadow. All those golden blossoms of 

 dandelions and all the blue-bells have developed 

 from a bud. Every one of those plants has 

 grown up into the sunlight from some simple 

 germ. And it seems to me that it is this same 

 sun which neither of them can dispense with. 

 The little rosebud of humanity in its cradle needs 

 the sun quite as much as that brown, rough 

 bud of yonder meadow flower. If the sun above 

 us which is floating in the ice-cold solitude of 

 space nmetfas ix millions miles a.wav were to be 

 extinguished to-day, humanity would perish just 

 as surely as the kingdom of meadow flowers. 



And from the depths of the human soul, 

 whence also the lessons of the gospels have come, 

 still another voice whispers into my inner ear. 

 It is that same voice which was first heard in the 

 wisdom of ancient India, and it said that the tie 

 of common interest, of brotherhood, is not con- 

 fined to man and man, that it comprises all living 

 things of this globe, all things which grow up 



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