"
"The deuce they do," I said, or something like it, and thought no more
of the matter. When one is in conditions in which anything /may/
happen, such as, so far as I am concerned, have prevailed through most
of my life, one grows a little careless as to what /will/ happen. For
my part I have long been a fatalist, to a certain extent. I mean I
believe that the individual, or rather the identity which animates
him, came out from the Source of all life a long while, perhaps
hundreds of thousands or millions of years ago, and when his career is
finished, perhaps hundreds of thousands or millions of years hence, or
perhaps to-morrow, will return perfected, but still as an individual,
to dwell in or with that Source of Life. I believe also that his
various existences, here or elsewhere, are fore-known and fore-
ordained, although in a sense he may shape them by the action of his
free will, and that nothing which he can do will lengthen or shorten
one of them by a single hour. Therefore, so far as I am concerned, I
have always acted up to the great injunction of our Master and taken
no thought for the morrow.
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