CHAPTER II

A GOOD MORNING IN TWO WORLDS.

Good morning! Isn’t it a glorious sunrise? Just see!— not alone one sun is showing its golden rim above the world’s edge, but ten million suns are rising upon ten million waiting hearts, and shadows flee to find a place of rest. Truly, a good morning to you of the NEW THOUGHT, whose hearts have turned to smile straight at the sun of life.

I AM the sun of God. Just as this dear, old green earth is turning its face to the sun so you and I are turning our attention to the I AM sun.

“The worlds in which we live are two—
The world I AM and the world I DO.”

Too long have we faced the world I DO. Too long have we judged ourselves and others by the dim light of what hath already appeared. We have been discouraged with comparing the already accomplished with itself. We said, “I can do no more than has been done; there can be nothing new under the sun.” So we have journeyed, and gazed, and regretted that it was all done. Everywhere we looked it was all done. “Every art and science and business is overdone,” we said, “there is no chance to Do anything except what Tom, Dick and Harry have already done to death. There is no chance here for me.”

I AM the ideal world. Ah, that is where the sun shines and youth plays eternal and almighty. In the world of ideals I AM omnipotent, omniscient, all-pervading. In the world of Doing I AM lost among the many and the already-accomplished.

I have just read a letter from one who has been for 22 years a bookkeeper for one firm. For 22 years he plodded mechanic­ally up one column of figures and down another, and drew his little salary. Now the firm has passed out with its head, and this man is left at 45 without a salary. He is “worn out” and nobody wants the remnants—I had almost said the remains.

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