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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?

A Normal Feminine Influence In Recasting Our Religious Assumptions Will Do More Than Any Other One Thing To Improve The World.

In Our Steady Insistence On Proclaiming Sex-distinction We Have Grown To Consider Most Human Attributes As Masculine Attributes, For The Simple Reason That They Were Allowed To Men And Forbidden To Women.

It Is Dull Enough To Confuse The Eye In Following, Pronounced Enough To Constantly Irritate And Provoke Study, And When You Follow The Lame Uncertain Curves For A Little Distance They Suddenly Commit Suicide—plunge Off At Outrageous Angles, Destroy Themselves In Unheard Of Contradictions.

Death Is The Essential Condition Of Life, Not An Evil.