Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-06-08

what the eye does to natural lines)
leaves the observer with a sense of con-
fusion. He knows that the side lines
of a thoroughfare 60 not converge as
his eye tells him they do.
They are as far apart at that distant
point as they are here yet the eye says
they come together there. The trusty
eye presents false report, to that ex-
tent.
1t is only when dealing with the
horizon that the eye gives a true pic
turization, even to the extent of show
ing the curve OF the world. Even II this
does not come about because of the
world but simply because of the eye,
the report is none the less sincere.
Just as a proof of immortality has
been drawn from mans innate craving
for it, so the story of the horizon, as
told by the eyes, pleases the observer
He realizes that these great spaces are
his by right, since they please him SC
much.
The fascination OF the sea, even OF
the shore looking out to sea, arises
partly through this recognition Of kim
shin which every man feels there.
There is no limitation here, but only
expanse. natural to the inner urge OF
the human mind and spirit.
Limitation!
What a hateful word. and even more
despicable thing. in its myriad forms
There is limit to what one may say
and what one may do.
Even when these limits are recog-
nized ss necessary and salutary, the
fighting mind of man rebels.
He wants no limits but those self
imposed. He hopes that these will be
decent. square with the world. right
in the best sense; as he is given tc
see the right.
He wants to make his cwn limita-
tions. but at the very time he so desires
the world brings home to him that
many of the boundaries were set thou
sands of years ago, when mankind was
young.
And he, now. is too old to change
them!
Alas for the eternal-young mind
in the ever-old world. Only through
the ewes, as one stands on shore OF
mountain, may the ambitious spirit tear
things to bits and mold them nearer
to the hearts desire.
Here, and here only, through the
eyesight may the mind receive those
prods which impel it TO the vaster voy-
ages of discovery lauded by the great
poets and prophets Of the race.
The doZe of the mind. which Is sc
overpowering and SO satisfactory thing
in itself, is but the preliminary step
on a journey afar.
Most of us stop there satisfied with
the feeling of content which comes over
us in the face Of great natural set
ting.
Perhaps we are acting with greater
sanity than We may think, at times;
maybe we know our limitations, and do
not attempt to overstep them.
There is a common sense In most
human beings which prevents them
from making fools out OF themselves
when confronted with great situations
If they are unable TO do anything
truly great, at least they attempt moth
ing essentially silly.
Hence the lethargy which comes over
one. while contemplating the horizon
is either happy vestibule to great
rooms Of action or is a room in Itself,
in all Natures beauty and perfection.
Few can be heroes in the strife
permit it! The horizon alone tells OF
the illimitable, spreading out before us
secret stories out of bounds
If We live in leafy dales We should
venture to the tops of hills and look out
and beyond. at least upon occasion.
If we plod mostly along city streets.
hedged in by buildings, We need the
health of eyes on horizon at times; that
horizon which whispers, You will never
be tired. so long as you can see far
enough: look at me-limitless, infinite.
fit you better than your man-made
clothes and your man-made ideas; look
at me and be at neace I"