The Life Everlasting: A Reality of Romance

in The Gospels of The only Divine Friend this world has ever had or ever will have, we read of a Voice, a 'Voice in The Wilderness.' There have been thousands of such Voices;most of Them ineffectual. All through The world's history Their echoes form a part of The universal record, and from The very beginning of time They have sounded forth Their warnings or entreaties in vain. The Wilderness has never cared to hear Them. The Wilderness does not care to hear Them now. Why, Then, do I add an undesired note to The chorus of rejected appeal? How dare I lift up my voice in The Wilderness, when Other voices, far stronger and sweeter, are drowned in The laughter of fools and The mockery of The profane? Truly, I do not know. But I am sure that I am not moved by egotism or arrogance. It is simply out of love and pity for suffering human kind that I venture to become another Voice discardeda voice which, if heard at all, may only serve to awaken The cheap scorn and derision of The clowns of The piece. Yet, should this be so, I would not have it Otherwise, I have never at any time striven to be one with The world, or to suit my speech pliantly to The conventional humour of The moment. I am often attacked, yet am not hurt; I am equally often praised, and am not elated. I have no time to attend to The expression of opinions, which, wheTher good or bad, are to me indifferent. and whatever pain I have felt or feel, in experiencing human malice, has been, and is, in The fact that human malice should exist at all,not for its attempted wrong towards myself. For I, personally speaking, have not a moment to waste among The mere shadows of life which are not Life itself. I follow The glory,not The gloom.

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