Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 132, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 June 1911 — The Infinite. [ARTICLE]

The Infinite.

“The soul is infinite and it cannot rest until it rests in the infinite. But lust and hunger are not infinite, and neither are the titillations of pleasure and praise. And the agency or hope of unescapable death —of involuntary dying—these one can measure. But there is something In death and the master of death that you cannot measure. There Is no' infinity in just dying; but to see a man that is willing to die for love, that goes to meet death in the way, and with perfect sweetness and sanity celebrates defeat —that Is to be Infinite. It is like an arrow passing swiftly up into the air and not returning; like the still energy of plants or the resistless growing of grass, or like the haunting, thrilling murmur of remembered music that faded down the avenue as the soldiers went to war. You are left endlessly expectant; you cannot come to an end, but must follow that which is beyond, and still beyond.”—Charles Ferguson. ' ‘“t~