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We Are Pushed Forward By The Social Forces, Reluctant And Stumbling, Our Faces Over Our Shoulders, Clutching At Every Relic Of The Past As We Are Forced Along; Still Adoring Whatever Is Behind Us. We Insist Upon Worshipping 'the God Of Our Fathers.' Why Not The God Of Our Children? Does Eternity Only Stretch One Way?

One Religion After Another Has Accepted And Perpetuated Man's Original Mistake In Making A Private Servant Of The Mother Of The Race.

The Religious Need Of The Human Mind Remains Alive, Never More So, But It Demands A Teaching Which Can Be Understood. Slowly An Apprehension Of The Intimate, Usable Power Of God Is Growing Among Us, And A Growing Recognition Of The Only Worth-while Application Of That Power-in The Improvement Of The World.

The Mother- Poor Invaded Soul- Finds Even The Bathroom Door No Bar To Hammering Little Hands.

To Attain Happiness In Another World We Need Only To Believe Something, While To Secure It In This World We Must Do Something.