The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1941-05-01

is floating about as current gossip,
then turn to the age-old wisdom of
the great spiritual leaders who gave
us this theory of living each tiny
space of time only for itself, who
revealed to us the magic of "the
sacrament of the moment"
To live each moment perfectly, to
round it out so that it contains all
that it can hold of love and service
is to find your vague whirling fears
strangely dissipated. You can live
that one moment without them, and
when it comes you can live the next.
Through all LIES changes this one
simple little rule will still carry you
safely; nothing can disturb it. No
yesterday, with all its mistakes; no
tomorrow with all its imagined pit
falls. Just this one moment to make
as happy as you can for everyone
about you.
We laugh at the small child who
anticipates trouble. We quote with
amusement the soliloquy of the New
England woman on a Sunday night
long ago. Tomorrow Monday and
that big wash, Tuesday all my iron
ing, Wednesday this big place to
clean! Half the week gone and moth
ing done!'
Danish Fear.
But when it comes to nations bor-
rowing trouble and imagining en-
mites there is no laughter. We take
that very seriously. Too seriously.
Stop taking it seriously this mo-
ment. Do what you can in all char
ity and loyalty, do exactly what
your own conscience and knowledge
of events dictates. Don't worry be-
cause it isn't more, and because per-
haps-and maybe-and possibly
and they say-and someone heard
Cut that all out. Danish it by the
magic of the sacrament of the mo-
ment. The history of the past is
full of strange twists, surprises, re-
versals, changes. The history we
are living today will be. Nothing
comes out as our fanciful fears con-
struct it, and the only thing to fear
is fear. Because nations have made
mistakes and have been misled
doesn't mean they will always make
mistakes, always be misled. Some
times they reform; sometimes they
come to new birth.
We were the rebel nation once,
outcast colonials without grace or
dignity, our decent blood thinned by
the flotsam and jetsam, the lees and
dregs of the old worlds Migrants
and criminals. We survived it; we
didn't do so badly in making our
selves promptly into the greatest ma
ton of the world. France had her
dark hour, religion destroyed, in
telligentsia destroyed, calendar de-
stroyed, the very walls of her Capitol
spattered high with blood. Only 40
years ago.
Decency, Civilization to Come Back.
ALI central Europe swarmed with
homeless, desperate outlaws for 20
years after the Hundred Years war.
And so she will again. But time
heals, dictators die in one way or
another, decency and civilization
creep back, and presently the ships
begin to move again, and the re-
turning travellers begin to tell us how
things are going over there.
And this time we won't laugh at
their debased currency, take advan-
tage of their ruin. This time Wei
all rebuild together. Well live min.
ute at time, making the perfect
moments run together.
Meanwhile, make every moment
the only moment and make it per-
feet. Strangely enough this doesn't
cramp, this doesn't narrow ones
view. This produces an interior
quiet. The daily round that seemed
so trifing expands, and we find our
selves feeding the hungry, even
though they be thousands Of miles
away, freeing the captive, comfort
ing the heartbroken, forgiving our
enemies as well as our friends, over
coming not evil with evil, but over
coming evil with good.
Because of this aid, these unfortu.
mates viii ''live" again.