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Title Two horizons, a report on the race with catastrophe, The
Subject Civilization, Modern; Education
Description Twelfth annual Frederick William Reynolds memorial lecture.
Creator Clapp, Edwin Roosa, 1902-
Publisher Extension Division, University of Utah
Date 1948-02-11
Date Digital 2008-05-29
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Resource Identifier,308
Source LD5526 .U8 n.s. v.38 no.13
Language eng
Relation Digital reproduction of "The two horizons." Willard Marriott Library Special Collections
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Description 22 THE TWO HORIZONS shake? What can all the colleges and all the arts and sciences matter in the land of the double feature and the singing commercial, Jim Crow, machine politics, and the almighty dollar? There are three answers. They are brief, and the end. First, we are not alone; many others put their shoulders to the wheel, and the wheel may move farther and faster than we think. The elements of destiny are ultimately imponderable; who surely knows the sum of things that turn the balance in the hours of decision, the weight of a few votes or voices more or less, the pressure of the silent tides of feeling? Let us not overrate little people and little actions; let us not sell them short either. Second, in the race with catastrophe, the odds are of course on catastrophe. It is easier to make war than peace, as we discover daily. It is easier to destroy than to construct; for the moment, the communist has this advantage. But even were we alone, were the odds greater and the prospects darker than they are, we should still have the moral obligation and reward of effort. To try and fail would be bad; it would be worse not to try. Try what? I say we should not disdain our own jobs, though small â€" what we know how to do, what we can do. The third answer comes from a Greek writer who lived centuries ago, whose very name is uncertain, but whom we call for convenience Longinus. He wrote: Nature has set our human family apart from the humble herd of brutes, and has bidden us to the pageant of life and of the whole universe that we might both be spectators of the mighty drama and acquit ourselves as worthy actors there .... If we survey our life on every side, how greatness and beauty and eminence have everywhere the prerogative, we shall straightway perceive the end for which we were created. Hence it is that we are led by nature to admire, not our little rivers, for all their purity and homely-uses, so much as Nile and Rhine and Danube, and, beyond all, the sea. It is true; it is still true. If we look about us at the kingdoms of the earth and, seeing corruption and blindness and greed and self-seeking, despair of our time and of our own nature as cheap and contemptible, it is well to be reminded that Our history is grave noble and tragic .... We have lived a long time in this land and with honor. Those are the words of a poet, and in the double record of poetry and life we have the assurance of dignity and the measure of worth; through art and history we reconcile ourselves to being men. It is not mean to belong to the same race as Newton, and Socrates, and Leonardo; and Gandhi, and Lincoln, and Joan of Arc. It is not inglorious to share the experience of Antigone or Ahab, of King Saul or King Lear. This much of human possibility we know. As to the horizon beyond, Carlyle says better all I know to say: . . . Like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth; then plunge again into the Inane. Earth's mountains are levelled, and her seas filled up, in our passage: can the Earth, which is but dead and a vision, resist Spirits which have reality and are alive? On the hardest adamant some footprint of us is stamped-in; the last Rear of the host will read traces of the earliest Van. But whence? â€" O Heaven, whither? ....
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Source Original Manuscript: The two horizons, a report on the race with catastrophe by Edwin R. Clapp.
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