The Golden Age of the Future

Abstract

Once upon a time, a father and his young son journeyed into a far land, and, climbing to th mountain top, rested for the night. At dawn, the sun banished the darkness and painted the snowcapped peaks with brilliant orange. The son awoke. He saw the glowing sky and the flame-colored mountain tips. He was a small boy, and could only see through the top of the window above him. He did not understand the brilliance. It alarmed him. He longed for the comfort of yesterday when he was at home with his mother. He wished he had never set out on the journey. He was sure there was only disaster and fire in the strange new heavens.

Everything which happens befalls us has a meaning, but it is often difficult to recognize it. In the book of life, too, every page has two sides. The one, the front, we people write with our plans, wishes and hopes; but the other is written by Providence, and what It ordains was seldom our goal. Oriental wisdom

Oriental wisdom