American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American -- Periodicals
He could not only comfort her about his death and reassure her as to his
general whereabouts and activities, but he could have a lot of fun with
her. There is no harm in having harmless fun with those you love. It is
the fear of fun, the suspicion with which it is regarded, more than any
one single thing, that has given the man-pack such a miserable run for
its money. By means of the Morse code, he could persuade her to buy a
ouija board. He would love that, and so would she and the children.
But Derrick kept putting off his return to the earth.
If a loving husband and father were turned loose in the finest jewellery
store in the world and told to take his pick of the diamonds and rubies
and pearls, as many as he could carry, he would not at once rush off to
tell his loved ones of the astounding privilege that had been extended
to him. He would stick to the store. He would hang about it possibly for
days taking mental stock of all its precious contents. Blurring the tops
of the glass show cases with his breath and staring till his eyes ached.
Derrick was in somewhat the same case. He had the impulse to rush off at
once to his family to tell them of the extraordinary wisdom and mental
equilibrium which were being lavished upon him; but he was restrained by
the very natural wish to remain where he was until the last vestiges of
earth marks had been rubbed from him.
He had been a very decent man as men go; but the amazing sense of purity
which now pervaded his being was new in his experience. It was not so
much a smug consciousness and conceit in personal purity as a happy
negation of all that is not directly of the spirit in its most calm and
lucid moments.
Here nothing soiled and nothing tired. An immense and delicious mental
activity swept one past all the earthly halting places. There was no
eating or drinking or love-making. There was no sleeping, and the mere
fact of existence among the lights and shadows and colours was more
cleansing than the most refined species of Oriental bathing.
Life here was mental. Burning curiosities and instantaneous
satisfactions thereof seemed at once the aim and the end of existence.
And since there can be no limit to the number and extent of the spirit’s
curiosities, it was obvious that there could be no limit to existence
itself. And Derrick together with those spirits which had passed into
the Place at the same time with his own began to have a clear
understanding of humanity.
Here, for instance, all that one learned about God was fact, but there
was so much to learn that heaping fact on fact, with a speed unknown on
earth--even in the heaping of falsehood upon falsehood--it would take
from now until eternity to learn all about God. And this, of course,
had to be the case. Since God is infinite, He can only be wholly
revealed to those who, by pursuing knowledge to infinity, have acquired
infinite knowledge.
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