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The Wider Consciousness

If we could but see the true proportion of things as they really are how surprised we should be to discover the narrowness of our own outlook upon life and the world.

We see only inches in place of square miles.

The wider our interests, and the less self-centered we are the more extended does our vision become, until it embraces the world, and in fact the whole universe.

We are like slaves or prisoners until we have overcome these limitations, and cast off these fetters which bind us.

If we are to do so we must cultivate love and sympathy towards every living creature, and strive to send forth our influence for good to the whole world, of which we are a part and which is part of us.

Then shall the joys of others be ours as well as the sorrows, and we shall remove that barrier which has so long shut out from our vision the beautiful vistas which spread far as the spiritual eye can see.

If we nurse our own troubles we shall see nothing beyond them, they will fill our horizon, and a poor picture indeed will it make.

If on the other hand we seek to lighten the burdens of others, our own sorrows will leave us, and we shall experience rest and peace.

If it can be truthfully written upon a man's grave-stone, "He lived a useful and unselfish life," that will be a high tribute—and though our lives may have been commonplace and unpretentious, there will be a merit in them which belongs not always to great deeds and fame.

The world owes much to its quiet workers, to the obscure and unknown who have lived for truth, justice, purity and love; and though such workers are often overlooked amid the hurry and bustle and self-seeking of the world, be sure their work has been noted elsewhere with the words "Well done," and they shall have their reward.

Such lives are not commonplace in reality, for they have risen above the limitations of self-interest and have entered into the wider harmonies, and apprehended the eternal verities rather than sought satisfaction in the things of the moment, the things transient, the fleeting will o' the wisps which lead so many astray, and end only in bitterness and leanness of soul.

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