There is no detail of the ordinary human life of all who are in any way
connected with the church, which has not been exploited for money.
There is no end to the myths and fables that have been put before the
superstitious and ignorant, and each and every one has its price; and
every celebration draws its pay; and all for the glory of God, not at
all for the help of man. The peasants and other laborers starve, and
are overwhelmed by the riot of fatal disease.
As a money-making concern, it leaves nothing to be wished for--it is a
great success.
There was no "beginning," there can be no "ending." Whatever appears
ended in our experience is only in seeming, and in other shapes and in
transformed relationships will appear again and again, asserting "There
is no death, what seems so is transition," change of elements and
forces. There is but one law; one creative centre. One model for
advanced individualized life in any world; in all worlds. The whole
purpose and intent of all creation is simply to render all inert,
unused matter into life. The universal Spirit pervades all things.
Mineral; vegetable; animal; human; angel; one unbroken chain, from the
sod up to divine perfection, from the pigmy races we see here, on this
small globe, up, forever upward and onward to the courts of the "sons
of God"; to the spheres of the eternally immortal. Ignorant mortals
assert from time to time, the day and the hour of the "End of the
World," and foolishly prepare for the final destruction of this planet.
It is true, this earth is always coming to an end, and always
rehabilitating itself with its own unused materials. Mountains slide
down and fill up the valleys. The waters of the sea undermine and gnaw
off big slices from the land; all, all is motion, vibration; nothing
stands still. If it were possible for anything in the universe to
stop, to break the everlasting chain, there would be no universe; there
would be only chaos come again, and all the work of setting the planets
a-spinning round and round their centres and apportioning the orbits of
the stately suns, and their places in the precessions of their
accompanying worlds; all would go for nothing, all would have to be
begun again, and on the same lines exactly. There are no other; there
is no other law, and the name of the law that holds all in imperishable
harmony, is Love, just Love.