otherwise men themselves would not have bestowed on them the names of heroes, nor wearied the ears of life with their mention and with the memory of their immortal deeds.

Said the flute: Poor wretches, these men! The deeper they go in the study of knowledge, the more the fingers of ignorance settle like rust upon their hearts and minds and eyes, driving them back to flounder without awareness or guidance — so that they neither attain that knowledge, nor find their way back to what they once were.

Said the specter: There is idle prattle in your words, fellow. Otherwise, how is injustice to be lifted? And how is man's progress to appear, and his bewilder-ing greatness?

The flute answered: It is a fine thing, O specter, for a man to defend his rights and guard his own preserves; finer still that he not suffer patiently while the fangs of injustice tear at his body and his soul; and finer than both that he not accept that his dignity be trampled. But for this man to be so self-seeking that he would swallow the world whole, after smashing it, in order to rule over it — that, beyond all doubt, is a return of man to the era of his savagery, and a demolition that wipes out the civilization which for many years — or more truly, for century upon century — he has labored to build by every exhausting path and every manner of means.

The specter cut him off with a scream that shook the still air: And who might you be, fellow, to cast upon the ears of Time your crooked opinions — such defiance as this, and such lame wisdom?!

Said the flute, its tone grown so gentle that it became a measured breathing: You have a right not to know me, my lord, for things made of iron cannot feel the touch of the soft breeze upon them.

I, O specter, am a sigh from among the sighs of tumultuous life; all the powers of good together labored to bring me forth, and I became this melody of everlasting ring. I was created before you were created — but I was an idea, tended by ripe

minds and sensitive hearts: the first flooded me with light, and the second breathed into me nobility and beauty. And no sooner had I ripened — or nearly so — than I emerged into this existence strong and vigorous, holy of breath, bal-anced of inclination, gazing upon the whole world with a tender eye and a heart brimming with longing for it. I have no homeland and no kin, for my creed is world citizen-ship; my creed is the human unity that admits of no partition whatso-ever. Beneath my broad banner the Easterner meets the Westerner, the Jew the Buddhist, the villager the city-dweller; and within the bounds of my wide and tolerant law my sons come to under-

standing and love one another, without needing any organization of nations, and without treaties or negotiations bustling before them... Then they walk by a mag-ical light of knowledge in which there is beauty and enchantment, grandeur and splendor.

I am not force, O specter; I am that which impels all the powers of the earth along the road of goodness and perfection toward the highest ideals...

I am the voice that shall in the end prevail over all voices, so that har-mony may reign and peace spread over all, and life may trace for itself a new road through whose stages no snarl of ravening beasts

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