Perspective To the Editor;
Perspective
To the Editor;
When a man’s eyesight becomes dim, nature has compensations. The mind’s eye grows sharper. So it is also when noise and advertising clamor become muted. A distant drummer, to paraphrase Thoreau, can be better heard.
Maine has a larger number of senior citizens, thus it has a greater resource of life experiences.
The past century has recorded astonishing progress — from a simple bi-wing airplane in 1903 to space shuttles, the most advanced air/space craft in the world. From the League of Nations following World War I, to the United Nations after World War II, both conflicts were mechanized wars of the modern era.
The present is a nuclear age. This makes more urgent the primary mission of the U.N. located in New York City. Under the shadow of our State Department and Oval Office, it lacks being effective. Perhaps, if the U. N. would locate in capitols around the world periodically, it would have greater authority.
The nuclear age brings unlimited capabilities. Nuclear reactors can produce practically unlimited amounts of electricity without greenhouse gases. With fusion energy, the exploration of outer space can become a closer reality. A grim alternative is a nuclear holocaust. No nation has an immunity.
It has been written that nature is dual. The seen world of mass and energy, and the unseen world of spirit. Between the two is a dark barrier. Scientists call it dark matter. Ancients, the River Styx. Perhaps a final analysis will discover it to be a moral/ethical barrier of our own making. Imperfections which make men and women less than they can be. We know better the rules of the road than the laws of eternal life.
Biology is a science of life forms. The major divisions are the animal kingdom, of which we are a part. The other is the plant kingdom. Both have been traced to remote ancestors and are better understood.
If so, a practical place to start research would be with the teachings and events recorded in the New Testament. “Seek ye first The Kingdom … be ye perfect … Lazarus come forth!”
In Great Depression-stricken Chicago, we lived in the back of a store. When our parents lost the store, they called it the school of hard knocks.
Russell Vesecky
Harmony