Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1898-01-30
The Worlds We LIVE In.


(The Observations of a PHILOSOPHERS
Friend of Ours)
1.-THE wreck of matter and the crush o
worlds. Cato.
Egg philosophy, that goes by the naml
OF evolution, is largely seen in the works
Of nature 1t is a partial manifestation
of the divine wisdom that was with tn,
Great Creator at the beginning, and be
longs to the ways Of God. Still, it is no
wisdom's self. 1t is not the secret Of
being. 1t is not everything The AL.
mighty did not evolve from an incipient
whirlwind, issuing and gathering els-
ments. expanding into the universe and
unfolding cosmos with infinite sequence
And yet, whenever we look and study
we find baby figures OF giant masses that
are to come forth. We know partly what
things are; we know not what they may
be. The infinite seems to be Matching
out OF the infinitesimal. We can't de-
vine the "all hail hereafter of anything.
Little eggs are being generated, and lit
tie crystals are forming and migrating
all the time. Capitalization is as posi-
tive and distinct a process as evolution.
God made and makes the eggs and atoms
and endows them and fixes their duties,
singly or in mass, with the same all
controlling command as He issued His
first fiat: Let there be light.
Looking at the matter in one way, the
whole human race is one great nest or
eggs. We are all of us germs of greater
or less vitality and possibility. shut up
in egg-shells Of divers sorts, OF small or
large size, from the dimensions Of a pea
or cherrystone to the cupalo of ST. Pc
ter's Or the great arch of Heaven; and
we aye known as small, picayune, or
large-minded. just according to the size
of our shells, the confinement or breadth
and height Of the worlds We live in.
The world that, with the flesh and the
devil, makes up a strange and fatal
trinity, has within It multitudes OF little
worlds or globules. Its limits are fixed:
its light and life are its own: phosphores-
cent. terrestrial. of the earth earthly. It's
illumination is as in the night, when
darkness covers the earth and grass dark
ness the people: men make substitutes
for sunlight. The brightest achieve
ments Of gas and electricity fail to show
things in their true colors: deepen
shadows, and beyond narrow limits, leave
everything darker than before. This Is
compared to the light of Heaven which,
arising. lightens and WHITES. opening
earth and Heaven. That which doth
make manifest Is Light. In behalf OF this
world, our senses shut us up in our egg
shells. The glasses OF our eyes are
ground: our eardrums are muffied: our
nostrils are blunted: and all our chords
are adjusted to the keynote OF the flesh |
Strange! even within these little spheres
the germs OF immortality may assert |
themselves. "He that hath light within |
his own clear breast, may sit in the |
centre and enjoy bright day." For the |
Kingdom of Heaven Is within u.s.
Beneath these great and high conside-
rations. and all below the sky, and all |
in the world and of II, the globules and |
globules show themselves
in a thousand forms and manifestations:
AS individuals we live in our little worlds:
and, I'm companies, we make up circles /
and spheres and worlds. One wraps him
self in the solitude OF his own originality.
grand. gloomy, and peculiar. Thousands
have their own ideas OF what they are, |
and will not allow themselves to be plain
members Of the human family. They
prefer to be misunderstood" and live
lives of mild martyrdom and persecution.
These are known as people that never
come out Of their shells. They imprison
themselves and scorn to take their
chances OF freedom in the general world
The world OF fashion scorns tho vulgar
sunlight and the freedom OF nature. 1t
s. veritable bastile, full of instru-
ments of torture. 1t fastens its shackles
N every limb of the body, tortures out
# shape every feeling of the heart and
very operation Of the mind. and makes
Is prisoners brag OF their convict clothes.
The world Of sense IS the halls OF comus
There flesh and brutishness triumph, and
he soul besotted slumbers or RACES on;
Is heavens iron, its earth brass.
Then there are thousands whose worlds
re little better than the shop OF the
DOR apothecary; or, just the least bit
'etter, intellectual toy-shops; their oc-
upation blowing soap bubbles and build
AZ air-castles. There are handles whose
yes ere identified with cuffs and collars
nd fancy neckties. After this style are
,omen whose Heaven Is splendid para
oil or head-dress; dying vanities make
ne air they live and breathe In, and la
orious idleness Is their lie. Their world
less dignifed than the butterfy's. Far
Ifferent from these Is the poor pri-
oner, hide-bound, loopsd, and cooped.
id walled IN With prejudices, o. within