Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-08-07

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He could not write, for had made the
servant carry the pen out of the room
in his pocket. But neither could l
write.
The servant never sees him. This
is strange. Have developed a keener
sight for)th unseen? Or rather; does
II not prove the phantom to be what
It is-a product of my own morbid con-
sciousness7
He stole my pen again. Hallucina-
lions cannot steal pens. This is I'M
answerable. And yet cannot keep
the pen always out of the room.
want to write myself.
have had three different servants
since my trouble came upon me, and
not one has seen him. Is the verdict
Of their senses right? And is that Of
mine wrong7 Nevertheless, the ink
goes too rapidly. l fill my pen more
often than is necessary. And further
more, only today I found my pen out
Of order. did not break II.
have spoken to him many times,
but he never answers. sat and watch
ed him all morning. Frequently he
looked at me, and 1t was patent that
he knew me.
BY striking the size Of my head vio-
lently with the heel OF my hand, can
shake the vision Of him out,Of my eyes.
Then I can get into the chair; but /
have learned that I must move very
quickly in order to accomplish this. Of
ten he fools me and Is back again be-
fore / can sit down.
II Is getting unbearable. He Is q
jack-in-the-box, the way he pops into
the chair. He does not assume form
slowly. He pops. That Is the only
way to describe 1t. I cannot stand
looking at him much more. That way
lies madness, for 1t compels me almost
to believe in the reality of what I
know is not. Besides, Authorizations
do not pop.
Thank God, he only manifests him
self in the chair. AS long as occupy
the chair am quit of him.
My device for dislodglng him from
the chair by striking my head is fail
ing. l have to hit much more vio-
lently, and I do not succeed perhaps
more than once in a dozen trials. My
head is quite sore where have so
repeatedly struck 1t. l 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 II all the
time? Call 1t thought, an idea, any
thing you will, still 1t is there. 1t is
Thoughts are entities.
We create with every act of thinking.
have created this phantom that sits
In my chair and uses my ink. Because
have created him is no reason that
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he is an entity; ergo, ideas are entities,
and an entity is a reality.
Query: If a man, with the whole
process behind him, can Gre
lte an entity, real thing, then is not
he hypothesis of a Creator made sub
'tantial? If the stuff of life can create,
hen 1t is fair to assume that there
IAN be he who created the stuff OF
life. 1t Is merely difference of de-
sree. have not yet made a mountain
Tor q solar system. but I have made
something that sits in my chair. This I
'elng so, may not some day be able
o make a mountain or a solar sys-
EN-?
/
All his days, down to today, man has l
lved in q maze. He has never seen 6
he light. / am convinced that I am t
'eginnlng to see the light-not as my q
'rother saw 1t, by stumbling upon It 4
but deliberately and ra- {
lonally. My brother is dead. He has n
eased. There is no doubt about II, 4
or have made another Journey down d
nto the cellar to see. The ground was o
Untouched. broke Il myself to make 2
ure, and l saw what made me sure. q
fy brother has ceased, yet have ] re- {
reated bin, This Is not my old broth a
r, yet It Is something as nearly re-
him as could fashion It.
m unlike other men. am a god.
ave created. - n 1
Whenever leave the room to go to 4
ed l look back, and there is my broth I
sitting In the chair. And then l b
annot sleep because OF thinking Of b
I'm sitting through all the long night L
ours. And In the morning, when l
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