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stop. It is without the s])ur of a good purpose, of tiie Great Desire. There must be many useless lives that perish. But nothing good can ever die.
“Take the war. On the battlefield have perished many lives, no doubt, which had no impetus that will be sufficient to impel a persistence' of the individual. In a word, they die and are ended. We can well believe that the brutal hordes of the Hun consist of many such individualities. But can we believe that the men who have fohght for the good cause,' for right, liberty, justice, honor, love and the freedom of the world, and who have laid down their lives in this cause — can we believe that they are ended They have progressed, attaining at a bound the goal for which some of us mav strive thru this and other lives to come. And they "will be born again, in different forms, but with the same Great Desire, the desire for good, for justice and spiritual, not material power.”
Miss Little paused and .smiled, a little sadly.
“In my profession I know that certain things I feel and think are not the product merely of my education, my experience— in this short existence. And I know that if I do not feel I cannot act. No one can. Never tO’ have felt sorrow, joy, anything of the deeper emotions, means that one’s acting will be artificial. What prompts me to some height of expression in a role ? Surely not mere mimicry, but the power to feel, possibly a remembrance of such feeling in a previous existence, breciking thru the veil and swaying my mind with old thoughts, old dreams, old hopes."
By ADAM HULL SHIRK
a man, say like Abraham Lincoln, perished when the mortal was consigned to dust? Is it not easier to suppose that the mind never dies, but remains with the individual consciousness, to take new form upon the earth in time to come? Is it not easier to suppose that the mind of Lincoln may be living in the greatest man the world has known to date. President Wilson? That, indeed, the latter, with another name, another personality, is still the .same individual, with advanced powers, who was the greatest man of his period, and that prior to Lincoln the .same individual had been progressing down the ages, striving toward a full expression, the attainment of the Great Desire?
“Why do we find so many people in the world of merely average mentality, who apparently never achieve anything of note? Because there have been so many in each preceding phase of human life. We must grow with each stage of our progression, else we shall continue on in that same groove for countless aeons perhaps.
“We waste much of our force in idle living, talking, doing, striving for merely material things, losing our
gra.sp on the spiritual, in evil deeds. Conceivably the mind thus emi)loyed may cause the individual to retrograde and come to a full
“Nothing that is worth while, nothing that is fine, or good, or beautiful, or right — ever is wasted, lost forever,” believes Miss Little. “Can we believe that the mind of Abraham Lincoln perished?”
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