Divine Requiem N. . ... ' . _. OUR BANKS us weep .over His passing-' n you not see that we are NEWELL in distress? can we.now- aspire? To God? He is This spiral into the night called dead. We can'aspire if at all, only1 "ite," however exquisite our pre- to, those objects which once glowing1 tenses about it, is a pathetic attempt with Hs ir now faintly retain Hisl to conciliate antinomies. It is an in-: terminable combat between Aharim warmth. We can aspire only towards 1 and Ahura-Mazdah-as futile as Thor's God'i votaries who strive vainly to1 endeavouring to empty the drinking sustain their ecstacy after the cause born which was attached to the sea, for their passion is removed. We ca and perhaps as ridiculous. Empedo- aspire notssoGod but simpy to at Iles wrote a philosophy in three __and what is earth to be aspired to? Words: "than-enfolding earth," com- -adwa serht eaprdt? wors: manenfldig erth" crn-Is there in man any respect left, or; parable to an ass with a pair of an- h any possibility of respect, such as gel's wings. fills his soul with elegance and grace, Since; beautiful Lilith's seduction with simplicity and sincere nobleness?1 by the serpent consummating.in the Are we, indeed, cursed with a desola-1 birth of desires, shames, sins, tempta- tion like a city of ants scurrying in; tions, and despairs, mankind has bewilderment when their little mound1 never enjoyed a moment's armistice of dust up which they habitually wherein to linger by choice in Hea- climbed is brushed away? We are ten or Hell, but has perpetually oscil- troubled! ! Jated between them. Little does it When we possessed God, he wor- matter that once more God is dead-- ied us-and we have lost this worry, a whit of news thoroughly of no imi sWe are now distressed because we portance when we consider Eternal are deprived of that heavenly vexa-; Life and our constant Metamorphosis,' tion.. It was infelicitous to wonderi but in the mere history of religion, about Gds ;now weiare tarmore about God-but now we are far more BEBOUT wretched, for having nothing definite to wonder about, we wander about all1 things, thereby increasing our exas- peration an hundred-told. We have lost the one consolation which miti- gated our suffering, namely, that even though we do not comprehend God, at least He is the only thing worth comprehending. No longer can God lift us by His Divine hand out of a-1 worldly conscience into a heavenly consciousness, God being dead.. We have lost this much in addition, that' we have only one world to live in. Says Kierkegaard ("Gesammelte Werke" vol. 7 p. 171): "As a fish lies out of its element when left upon the sand, so is the religious manI caught in his absolute conception of God; for such absoluteness is not directly the element of a finite being. No wonder then, if, for the Jew, to i see God meant death; and if; for thej Heathen, to stand in relation to God portended madness." Shall we say1 it?-without God, how is man to die? Without God must we be content with 'finite world, enjoy ourselves anthro- pomorphically? We are in distress" for an idol; Let us weep! DEMOCRACY IS DESPICABLE And it is true that God was great.. God was a King, a mighty aristocrat, and we have lost Him, We were Sons of an omnipotent Lord, glorying in our brilliant aristocracy, and we have, descended. . This is the finest thing we have lost, our most monstrous grief, our profoundest affliction. God is dead; now look at us--petty demo- crats, sons of men, smiling sickly smiles because we love our neighbors as ourselves. No more heroism! No' more majesty! No more pride in our- divine origin! Only men, all about: us men! The bland-advice "love thy neighbor as thyself" is the most ut- terly unnatural advice a fool could. give. Grant that in the last analysis egotism ahd altruism are identical. affections, still as a moral measure, for worldly animals, the command-, ment is perilous and risky, subject to gigantic abuses and horrifying re- sults as the whole trend of twentieth century sociology testifies. It has I, K'" aa~ V Are prepared to Help You Solve Any of Your Financial Problems Farmers & Mechanics Bank 1{1=101 SOUTH MAIN 330 SOUTH STATE j IMLAC-> BOULEVERSEMTNT: IN A TOWN .Cold tea in a cup. HAM C R It is like frozen freshnes Sonnet from the Pandemonian Like wilted lights. But no matter. ... no m Then came a white stiletto neath a kind Of coal-thread cloud; gems glittered TO A CHILD in a gale, (To Lawrence Conrad Resembling little fakes, extremely Little child- pale, As you sit there so shudd This sightly scimitar not being blind. And so frivolously, An introduction hinted love might be Do you ever think of exchE A gypsy boy-but we were all be- Or of dowagers? trayed, Do you ever think of frost And with a teasing, tristful hand she Imposing on the order of stayed Or of postage stamps The rise of hot joy-tortured memory. Purging the stylobates of The food of love went barely touched I wonder. . . by one I Do you ever see dimly Who ehose the more intoxicating fan. I The honor of digits A jewel-storm in the semblance of a ; And, ferns? shawl Do you dream of Jews Blew forth a flirting challenge to the In the orchestra of pride sun. Probably not. Eyes warned, arms smiled and fainted; And yet- reason ran It is all true, Defeated from the devastated hall. : js it not, Aphrodite? NARRATIVE ALCHEMY IN FAIRFA (To Mrs. Theo Ferris-Smith) J Sonnet from the Paron She was christenled "Anna" . (To and for Carl Van For her father hoped that she would Ie sat, Scheherazade by h be A furry caryatid hearing h1 Inconsequential. Like megapodes against a 1 The standards of the fe At the age of six she did not walk- had died. But meandered indolently and vaguely. And, mixing with unmeas 0 the passing of God, is stupendous. The passing of God has brought us to distress, but we have unbelieving eyes and only smile. We smile in distress. Where is that tribulation which we should worthily embrace? We have discovered that the exor- bitant Diety of the white beard, the far-seeing eye, and the everlasting mercy is not honestly essential to the persistence of religious emotion; that the three-headed, Cerberus-like Trin- ity (which Mohammed in all inno- cence called "three gods") is by no means a requisite hypothesis; and furthermore that when a good system' of morals and ethics is established, "God" and "Heaven" are peurile be- liefs appended to humor the fancy.. , We have correctly ignored the asser- tion that God is an ignorant man's device created by him to explain the., inexplicable; but at the same time we have failed to make prevalent the'. truth that some sort of a Determinerj of Destiny is necessary despite any, aimount of knowledge. We seldom' aver, as we should, that the increase! of understanding cannot eradicate man's appalling insignificance which lies at the root of his religious desire; nor can his real humiliation be over- come by a petty intellectual efficiency. We presuppose that religion is an af- lair of the mind whereas it is partial-' ly an ardent yearning in the heart. We must always reconcile ourselves{ with the fact so well elucidated by the Spanish peasant, St. John of the , Cross, that "One of the greatest fa- vours bestowed on the soul in this, life is to enable it to see so distinctly, and totfeel so profoundly, that it can- not comprehend God"; a fact which does not indicate that we cannot be aware of God, nor that we cannot de- stroy Him in one shape today only to discover Him tomorrow in another! shape. The reason we are in distress! is that we have killed God and cannot now find Him. Let us weep over His; passing-out! After all, he was a_ good God! We cannot say that we do niot miss Him. How, indeed, can we replace Him? Let us weep for God! WE HAVE LOST RESPECT « e respected Him, and that is one thinig we have lost: respect, the abil-i ity to respect. Not only have we ceased to produce respectable people, -people one is forced to look up to- butwe have forgotten how to produce Them. Wet have estranged ourselves from that enviable feeling indigenous to true religion, and which is thereby an adhesive force uniting human so- ciety. Joubert, at the beginning of the nineteenth century observed that "To be capable of respect is today al- most as rare as to be worthy of it," and the tendency since Joubert's time certainly has not reversed. To what IN A Good sin ss Reputation SPECIAL' For the Military Ball and Frosh Frolic SILE R$10 00 value for $850 D ietzel'sShoeStore 117 E. Washington Street Where Sipes Org'na She was not young at the age twenty. Her mouth was opposed And her moods were involved. She loved to look at people, And when spoken to she swore. When she wore a black mantilla No one even dared to think.,. (Her presence being oppressive.) (Her gaze being desirable.) beer Mad memories of rapids, ce of He conjured forth with pa ished hand, A paragon of impious atm( A tattooed countess, pri.cke green, Held close by ink-stained O U owe it to yourself, and to your bank to maintain a good business reputation. To your bank, because you expect it from our other depositors. You assume that our customers pay their bills as promptly as possible, have She Her And (Hi was not gay at the age of forty. smile was seldom her carriage disappointed. life having been banal.) and thin, Between the covers of bed,- 'Aphoenix on the mid scene. The alchemistsensed her ant for sin. "She'll go to the Borzoi Dof le said. i And after that she proudly, peared. And even then 'twas said She did not die. (Her ways being pandemoniui disap- IRONY (For Faithe and Yvor N There was a sailor. He mary.) Hard, and his motives w Plump. regard for the sanctity of a contract, as is dependable in every way. You cannot expect others to uphold 'this standard unless you 'do your personal share in upholding it. Some day you'may wish a favor, from us or your business acquaintances. In granting it, your previous reputation for integrity and dependability weighs heavily in the decision for or against you. ; Perhaps some dya your famly o rfriends may suffer because at present Perhaps some day your family or friends may suffer because at present Avoid obligations that almost surely you cannot meet. Keep your expenditures within your income. Limit your consumption :goods to what cis. IN THE DESERT (To Max Ewing) Were you ever in the desert? If not you were never alone. It is only in the desert That one feels pulsations of sity. It is only there That one knows that Nepenthe is futile. PORTRAIT (For Harry Kipke) Because he is not there I will not fluster my brain. He always was Nihilistic- But then-so are the others. Reason splashes itself Like storks on a unity Whenever I tie these bonds. 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