Oh my friends, let us search our hearts, and pray to our Father in Heaven
to take out of them, by whatever painful means, the poisonous root of
pride, self-conceit, self-will. So only shall we be truly strong--truly
wise. So only shall we see what and where we are.
Do we pride ourselves on being something? Shall we pride ourselves on
health and strength? A tile falling off the roof, a little powder and
lead in the hands of a careless child, can blast us out of this world in
a moment--whither, who can tell? What is our cleverness--our strength of
mind? A tiny blood vessel bursting on the brain, will make us in one
moment paralytic, helpless, babblers, and idiots. What is our knowledge
of the world? That of a man, who is forcing his way alone through a
thick and pathless wood, where he has never been before, to a place which
he has never seen. What is our wisdom--What does a wise man say of his?
"So runs my dream; but what am I?
An infant crying in the night;
An infant crying for the light;
And with no language but a cry."
Yes.
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