The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1917-06-08

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Thank God, he only manifests him
self in the chair. AS long as occupy
the chair am quit of him.
My device for dislOdging him from
the chair by striking my head is fail
ing. I have to hit much more vio-
lently, and I do not succeed perhaps
more than once in dozen trials. My
head is quite sore where I have so
repeatedly struck it. I must use the
other hand.
My brother was right. There is an
unseen world. Do not see it? Am
not cursed with the seeing of it all the
time? Call it thought, an idea, any
thing you will, still it is there. 1t is
unacceptable. Thoughts are entities.
We create with every act Of thinking.
1 have created this phantom that sits
in my chair and uses my ink. Because
1 have created him is no reason that
he is any the less real. He is an idea
hC 10 dh Chtily CiSO, iuCtS III z ChliliSS,
and an entity is reality.
Query: If man, with the whole
historical process behind him, can Gre
ate an entity, real thing, then is not
the hypothesis of Creator made sub
stantial? If the stuff of life can create.
then it is fair to assume that there
can be he who created the stuff of
life. 1t is merely a difference of de-
gree. I have not yet made a mountain
nor a solar system, but I have made
something that sits in my chair. This
being so, may I not some day be able
to make a mountain or solar sys-
tenn?
All his days, down to today, man has
lived In a maze. He has never seen
the light. 1 am convinced that I am
beginning to see the light-not as my
brother saw it, by stumbling upon it
accidentally, but deliberately and ra-
tionally. My brother is dead. He has
ceased. There Is no doubt about it,
for have made another journey down
into the cellar to see. The ground was
untouched. I broke it myself to make
sure, and I saw what made me sure.
My brother has ceased, yet have re-
created him. This is not my old broth
er, yet it is something as nearly re-
am unlike other men. I am a god.
have created.
Whenever I leave the room to go to
bed I look back, and there is my broth
er sitting in the chair. And then
cannot sleep because of thinking Of
him sitting through all the long night
hours. And in the morning, when
open the study door, there he is, and
know he has sat there the night long.
am becoming desperate from lack
of sleep. wish I could confide in a
physician.
Blessed sleep! I have won 1t at
last. Let me tell you. Last night 1
was so worn that 1 found myself doz-
ing in my chair. I rang for the serv-
ant and ordered him to bring blankets.
1 slept. All night was he banished
from my thoughts as he was banished
from my chair. I shall remain in it
all day. 1t is wonderful relief.
1t is uncomfortable to sleep in a
chair. But it is more uncomfortable to
lie in bed, hour after hour, and not
sleep, and to know that he is sitting
there in tho cold darkness.
sleep in q bed again. l have tried it
now, numerous times, and every
such night is horror. If I could but
only persuade him to go to bed! But
no. He sits there and sits there-I
know he does-while stare and stare
up into the blackness and think and
think, continually think, Of him to
know that he is sitting here.
The servants think am crazy. That
is but to be expected and it is why
l have never called physician.
am resolved. Henceforth this hal
lucinatiOn ceases. From now on l shall
remain in the chair. shall never leave
it. I shall remain in it night and day
and always.
have succeeded. For two weeks I
have not seen him. Nor shall I ever
see him again. have at last attained
the equanimity Of mind necessary for
philosophic thought. l wrote COM
plete chapter today.
1t is very wearisome sitting in a
chair. The weeks pass, the months
come and 60, the seasons change, the
servants replace each other, while re-
main. 1 only remain. 1t is strange
life lead, but at least am at peace.
He comes no more. There is no eter-
nifty of forms. I have proved it. For
nearly two years now have remained
in this chair, and I have not seen him
once. But it is clear that what /
thought 1 saw was merely hallucina-
ton. He never was. Yet I do not
leave the chair. / am afraid to leave
the chair.
Business Men Best Farmers.
'It may be disputed and appear Inn
probable, but it is nevertheless true