The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): CollectsTraubel, Horace
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The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): Collects
Traubel, Horace
American essays -- 20th century; Literature, Modern -- 20th century -- Periodicals
happened to eternity? I dont see how Jesus could have been passed by.
Nor do I see how I can be passed by. God had to do it. When the time
came for me God had no alternative. You might as well put off to-morrow
as put off a man when his day has come. So I got my size and shape. I am
as big as anything because nothing big or little could get along without
me. I am as beautiful as anything because nothing beautiful could be
beautiful without me. Do you call yourself a worm? That's all right if
you mean to honor the worm. But if you mean to abase yourself then you
are unjust to the worm. I never ask myself: Do you know how little you
are? I am always nudging myself in the ribs and asking: Do you realize
how big you are? Nor how bad I am. No. But how good I am. Nor how
possible it is for me to fail. No. But how impossible it is for me not
to succeed. So you see how it is I am glad I was born. You may see how
far back my reasons go. You may see how far ahead my reasons go. I have
trailed no sable clouds of regret across my past. I drag no obstructing
burden of doubt up to the door of the future. I keep all ways open to
all life. I have received an inheritance. It crowds me to repletion with
riches. It builds on after all traditional builders are done. It is
fiery with extra-mortal inspirations. Which all comes with being glad I
was born. I hear people speak of being born right. Was anybody ever born
wrong? I was born incomplete but I was born right. The complete invites
the incomplete. I was not put here finished. I was put here on the way.
I would be sorry if I thought I was born finished. A man born finished,
his task is done. He could retire. That would be the mistake. But the
cosmos never errs. The cosmos is process. It is not end. So I'm glad I
was born. Glad for the grief. Glad for the joy. Satisfied to struggle.
To fall in hell and pick myself up in heaven. Satisfied with the devil
in me and the god in me working off their equal debts. I'm glad I was
born. I might go on using words forever saying that. Yet my account
would only then begin to be paid. I'm so glad I was born.
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