TIME AND CHANGE 
passes into day. Where does one end and the other 
begin? No man can tell. There is no beginning and 
no ending of either, and yet night comes and goes 
and day comes and goes — a constant becoming and 
a constant ending. We are probably in the midday 
of the life of the globe — life huge and rank and 
riotous — the youth of life has passed, life more se- 
date and aspiring and spiritual has come. The gi- 
gantic has gone or is going, the huge monsters of the 
sea and of the land have had their day, man appears 
at the end of the series of lesser but more complete 
forms. 
I 
Many intelligent persons who have been rocked 
in the cradle of the old creeds still look upon evolu- 
tion as a godless doctrine and accuse it of vulgariz- 
ing high and sacred things. This state of mind can 
only be slowly outgrown by familiarizing ourselves 
with the processes of nature or of the creative en- 
ergy in the world of life and matter about us; with 
our own origin in the low fishlike or apelike creature 
in the maternal womb; with the development of 
every plant, tree, and animal from a microscopic 
germ; with the unbroken sequence of natural law; 
_ with the waste, the delays, the pains, the failures 
on every hand; with the impersonal and the impar- 
tial character of all the physical forces; with the 
transformations and metamorphoses that marked 
the course of animal life; and, above all, with the 
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