The Union daily times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1918-current, 1922-11-11


We would get into the mind Of some
of the. individuals we shodld find an
endless variety Of Impulse, motive,
r,m. Most of them are chasing shad-
ows, nos substances, probably. Greed
fol gold, tangible thing, sends mil
lions of feet scurrying along the
world highway and along the busy
marts and over the trackless seas and
Gu. in the wild desert 1t drives them
into the bowels Of the earth. 1t leads
them to endure many hardships and
much suffering. But it is not the
shining gold that, within itself, at
tracts. 1t is the picture conjured up|
IN the mind of what the gold will
buy that drives them on and on. Mil
lions of them will gloat over the treas
ure found because it can be misused
to pamper appetite and to satisfy
lust. Here and there a pursuer of
the shining treasure, having gained
the ends of his quest, will think not
Of himself and how to gloat in salts
fed gluttony upon the obtained treas
me. Such individuals will build boa,
'iful homes, beautify the landscape
hrild schools, HOSPITALS, crpharages
and churches. Tfey will tear dow
Sums and widen the beaten narrow
rack in which the individuals of th~
""lltitude iostle and crowd zach other.
Where and for what do the people
| Journey? 1t is wide field of fancy
surely that unfolds to the thoughtful
tind! Millions of children, troopino
to school, vast army ot men and
women hurrying to the daily tasks
g the school and the task the sum
ard end of all? Is man merely 9
beast of burden, made so by the dis,
cipline Of the school or in the hardc'
discipline to be found in the schoc'
IF experienced And. to think! ever
Path leads to the grave! 1t may h'
q magnificent masoleum, it may b
the potter's field; it may be in thc
laHpths of old ocean or in some ca.
or den Of the earth, but all the mo-
.nr, throbbing, hoping. fearing, striv
ing mass, each atom that compose
It. will, soon or late, come to tn
journeys end, or at least to a restin'
pace that will be occupied perhap'
fr ages-the grave! 1t is difficult t.
conceive that Of all the billion huma,
hcings now in such a hurry to ge
somewhere, or nowhere, must dro,
irto the silence of the tomb. mus
drop out of the moving mass into tn
. Great silence. We suppose it is int
silence, but we do mot know. A grea
change, certainly. That much we d,
knew. Will man have many seein'
eyes when he can no longer use tn
two physical orbs in the socket of h's
head? Will he have a thousand ear
"hen the two that now serve him are
crumbling into dust? Will he carr,
with him all the knowledge gained
here? All the experiences, thoughts
motives? We do not know. But this
NC may reason out for ourselves: Thr
Master Builder who had power and
wisdom and skill to create billio'
humans, no two Of them alike. Sc
wonderfully endowed, has power t.
carry His creation through the gate
Of death into the city beautiful and
wonderful-far more beautiful and
wonderful than any found upon the
earth.
Speculative meditation, seeing, in
imagination the great moving throne
wonders just how al end each of these
humans will die. Slowly, painfully
ONE of them. Quickly ard violently
some of them. BY plague, by pest
lence, by fire, by sword by old AGE
Each and all Of them will lave reach
q and entered the gates Of the gra"e
IN less than dozen decades. Most
"r them will have passed on before
10 years shall have passed into eter.
rity On the hilly slope, in the bloody
trenches Of the battlefield, in the
iopths Of the great waters TIE tene.
'e~ts Of clay will find a LODGING place
Hard to realize, but true, "for it is ap-
~ulnted unto men once to de-" Like
great river, death sweeps through
hc portals of the grave carrying it's
millions to their last sleep. Will it
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