Now I'm willing to give
the Almighty credit for all his wonderful works, but I can't help
thinking that _man_ deserves some credit for his thousands of years
of labour. There's a man out in Chicago who has got up a religion
that he calls Manology. There's some good points in it, but he goes
too far to suit me. I've read about ghosts and spirits, but I've got
to see one before I take stock in them."
"I understand how you feel, Uncle. You have lost the two anchors
which make this life bearable. They are Faith and Hope. For them you
have substituted Reason--not the reason of others, or of the ages,
but your own personal opinion. Until you are satisfied, every one
else is wrong."
"Perhaps you're right, Alice. I can see now that my life has been
misspent. I should have remained at home and made my wife and
children happy. Instead, I became, virtually, a hermit, and for more
than twenty years I have thought only of myself and done nothing for
humanity, that has done everything for me."
Alice was deeply touched by her Uncle's self-accusation. He had been
good to her, and not unkind to others. But he was drifting in a sea
of doubt, and really wishing to live his life over again. She felt
sorry, but what could she say to give his mind peace? She would begin
on the material plane.
"Uncle, how much money have you?"
"That's what troubles me, Alice.
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