What darkens the heart, isolates the soul, decays the sensitivity of mind? What ravenous lust for power that can drag our livelihood into falsehood, plague our action with dishonesty, and taint our thought with delusions of grandeur, that pathetic comfort of a belief that the sole purpose to life is to be on the top of a non-existent hierarchy of being. How empty. What is this pitiful monster that starves imaginative abilities and enslaves humanity in fear of its light? And it is no doubt that he who feeds this vulgarity will imminently be pulverized by it, then wasted away into a deafening isolation to be rot and metastasized by enthusiastic maggots which grew amply with each flowering of corruption.
Dread not, for this monster has a fatal weakness. It disintegrates in the spaces occupied by human decency and resolve to live in truth . Man can disarm its virulence through the strengthening of his morality, that natural inclination to serve humanity by just means. Inexhaustible power can return but only if one surrenders his ego and places faith in the divinity of gentleness and truthful being. One must repent often and the prayers sent to his own God must be devoid of self-seeking desires. The inviolable formula is to show this monster kindness but absolutely no mercy. History has proven that if man learns to trot this sanctified path of honest work and principled being with good grace, he would in time be granted access the infinite oasis of immortality and at last be released from that suffocating malady of false ambition.
FALSE AMBITION
in Reflections
