Mankind United: Chapter XII. Limitless Fields Of Interest . . . A “Universe” To Explore

A "UNIVERSE" TO EXPLORE

There is not the slightest question in the thoughts of any intelligent man or woman, but that "all people" want to see and enjoy as many of the gloriously beautiful and awe-inspiring places of interest on this earth, as their capacity for appreciation can hold. We should start enjoying the world, and its limitless variety of blessings "now," and before our interest in life starts running down, and the world says we have grown old. Old age is more a condition of one's mentality—"a loss of interest in life;"—a condition of boredom resulting from the endlessly monotonous repetition of common-place duties and common-place interests,—much more the outgrowth of such experiences than the direct result of the wearing out of our bodies. Bodily decrepitude and lack of vitality and life would not occur in the experience of the average individual for many years later than they now seem to, were men and women each day making discoveries of new interests, instead of being forced to spend literally "all" of their waking hours in a daily round of monotonous "soul-destroying routine duties." The International Institute of Universal Research and Administration seeks

Those who are inclined towards exploration in the fields of science, are aware of the fact that they have not penetrated even the "outer shell" of Mind's limitless potentialities in that direction. Those who prefer to raise their thoughts above the shaping and forming of objectified expressions, such as machinery and the use of the world's various elements and materials, and seek instead to look

However, when the excitement over the "startling" and "colossal" nature of the "vast discovery" represented by the finding of the potato plant had gradually worn away, a little Potato Bug, less satisfied with life than his brothers, decided—after viewing the leaves of the potato plant immediately in front of his gaze—that he would undertake further explorations; so, instead of returning by the pathway leading down among the potatoes, he crawled out three or four inches beyond the shadow of the vast and terrifying potato plant, and looking up, he chanced to see a cornstalk towering into the sky far beyond the limits of his naked eye. So huge and tall was this cornstalk which he gazed upon, that for a minute he actually felt a sense of humility, for he began to realize that only a wisdom "much greater" than his own could possibly have

Beholding something almost as vast as their colossal cornstalk, and yet something able to walk and move around from one place to another, just as they themselves could do, they finally concluded,—after going back to their Potato-Bug Capitol and spending many long Potato-Bug years in discussion and debate,—that they had seen "the Creator of all the world," and that they had beheld the being whom henceforth they would worship as their God.

Mankind might well guard against the mental qualities of "smug self-satisfaction;" for unless we are no farther advanced than "Potato Bugs," we must surely realize that we have not yet even started to discover the smallest part of the creations of limitless wisdom, nor to recognize even an infinitesimal part of the power and might of life, nor of that source from which the universe and all that is therein, "truly emanates." Just as the little Potato Bugs had not yet discovered Farmer Jones' home, nor even the boundary or fence line which encircled the field containing their Potato-Bug kingdom,—neither has man, up to this stage in history, explored even his own immediate surroundings, nor the smallest part of the field—(our earth)—in which he lives.

Just as beyond Farmer Jones' field there exists the rest of his farm, and beyond that his neighbor's farm, and then the boundaries of the County and the State, and finally the Nation itself—a part of Farmer Jones' continent

Well might men cultivate qualities of humility—cease their futile and puny struggles among and against themselves—and combine what little wisdom they at this time have learned to express, and what few energies and powers they have learned to harness, and in the spirit of brotherly love,—in limitless expectation of incalculable benefits and joys awaiting their efforts,—become "Mankind United."

"One for All and All for One,"—Mankind United could enter upon an adventure truly worthy of intelligent creatures;—the building of a world free from petty and puny human differences;—free from wars, free from racial, class or religious antagonisms, and the wholly needless poverty which forces men into lives of drab, ugly monotony. "Mankind United" will bring immediate rewards of financial independence to all people, and an end to all wars; an end to those experiences which cause men to feel that there is nothing of interest in life. "Mankind United"—can put an end to that attitude of life which

How can men and women of wealth, or even those in very moderate circumstances,—but with enough to eat and to wear and a home in which to live, shut their eyes to mankind's suffering, and yet obtain any sense of joy or happiness? How can we even "hope" to find contentment and peace within our thoughts, when in the very midst of God's indescribably glorious universe—all around us here on this earth which we call our home—we find the ugliness of greed and the selfishly-cruel handiwork of men expressed as oppression, and an endless personification of "Man's Inhumanity to Man," with its dirt and filth, its poverty, jealousy, envy, hate, murder and war? The evidences of cruelty—instead of brotherly love—ceaselessly force themselves upon our thoughts whenever love, awakening in our hearts, opens the blindness of our eyes and the deafness of our ears, so that we may see and hear the soul-searing struggles and agonizing cries of men and women beseeching us to help them untangle the hopeless poverty-stricken uselessness of their lives. Multitudes of our fellow beings beseeching some one to show them,—

Until we close our eyes and shut our ears to the suffering and cries of anguish on all sides,—and become nothing more than animals selfishly concerned only with our own welfare,—there can never be even any imaginary joy in'ôur hearts. Until we destroy, not merely the "effects" of disappointment, fear or hopelessness in the lives of men, but the age-old antiquated and outgrown "causes" of these conditions;—until every man, woman and child on the face of this earth has enough to eat, enough clothes to wear, a place called home, and the time and opportunity with which to seek and to learn the truths about this glorious adventure called "life;"—until we have the leisure time and the opportunity in which to learn to love this beautiful old world of ours, and to find a variety of interests with which to break the "mesmeric" spell of the monotonous

Footnotes