Look Aloft!

If we were out on an angry sea at the mercy of the howling winds and surging wave, and sore afraid, we should look for deliverance, not to the mad billows frothing and foaming, and threatening dire destruction every moment; but we should lift our eyes prayerfully, hopefully upward to the sky, and we should be sure that when the light breaks there, the turmoil will cease, the storm will abate, the waves will be stilled, and we shall come safe into harbor.

We must not be less wise when we are striving to reach the haven of physical harmony. We cannot hope to be rescued from sickness while the weird magnet of material sense keeps the gaze riveted upon the "symptoms," upon the "better and worse," the convalescence and relapse, of admitted discord.

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Therapeutics Adrift
August 7, 1902
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