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soul is as a
thousand; for within each man there is an inner host contending for
mastery, and everywhere is the uproar of battle and of spiritual strife.
What is the Self that abides in each man? Is it not the consciousness of
existence, together with a consciousness of the power of choice? Our
individuality lies in the fact that we can decide, choose, and rule among
the various contestant impulses of our souls. Herein is the possibility of
victory and also the possibility of defeat.
Looking inward, we find that Self began when man began. We inherit
our dispositions from Adam, as well as from our parents and a long
ancestral line. When the first men and women were created, forces
were set in action which have resulted in this Me that to-day thinks and
wills and loves. Heredity includes savagery and culture, health and
disease, empire and serfdom, hope and despair. Each man can say: "In
me rise impulses that ran riot in the veins of Anak, that belonged to
Libyan slaves and to the Ptolemaic line. I am Aryan and Semite,
Roman and Teuton: alike I have known the galley and the palm-set

court of kings. Under a thousand shifting generations, there was rising
the combination that I to-day am. In me culminates, for my life's day,
human history until now."
Individuality is thus a unique selection and arrangement of what has
been, touched with something--a degree of life--that has not been
before. To rise above heredity is to rise above the downward drag of all
the years. It is not escaping the special sin of one ancestor, but the sin
of all ancestors. _This is the first problem that is set before each man:
to rise above his race--to be the culmination of virtue until now_.
_The second problem is not greater, but different. It is to mould
environment to spiritual uses_. The conditions of this struggle and the
opportunities of this conquest are the content of this book. It is meant to
deal with the more heroic aspects of the Christian life.
What is environment? Is it the material horizon that bounds us? If so,
where does it end? Our first environment is a crib, a room, our mother's
eyes. Sensations of hunger, heat, and motion beat upon the baby-brain;
there is a vague murmur of sound in the baby-ears. Yet it is this babe
who, in after days, has all the universe for his soul's demesne! His
environment stretches out to towns and rivers, shore and sea. Looking
upward into space, he can view a star whose distance is a thousand
times ten thousand miles. Beyond the path of his feet or of his sight,
there is the path of thought, which leads him into new countries, new
climes, new years! His meditations are upon ages gone; his work
competes with that of the dead. In his reveries and imaginings, he can
transport himself anywhither, and can commune with any friend or god.
Hence to be master of one's environment is really to have the universe
within one's grasp.
We are too much afraid of customs and traditions. We are put into our
times, not that the times may mould us, but that we may mould the
times! Ways? Customs? They exist to be changed! The tempora and
the mores should be plastic to our touch. The times are never level with
our best. Our souls are higher than the Zeitgeist. Why should we cringe
before an inferior essence or command? But society seals our lips: we
walk about with frozen tongues.

Each asks himself at some time: How shall I become one of the Victors
of the race? Is it in me? Mankind is weighted by every previous sin.
Where am I free? How am I free? Can I do as I choose? Or are there
bourns of conduct beyond which I can never go? Am I foreordained to
sin? Do the stars in their courses lay limitations on free will?
There are in man two forces working: a human longing after God, and,
in response, God inly working in the soul. The Victor is he who, in his
own life, unites these two things: a great longing after the god-like,
which makes him yearn for virtue,--and the divine power within him,
through which and by which he is triumphant over time and death and
sin.
Whatever our trials, sorrows, or temptations, joy and courage are ever
meant to be in the ascendant; life, however it may break in storms upon
us, is not meant to beat down our souls. Unless we are triumphant, we
are not wholly useful or well trained. Will and heart together work for
victory.
As there flashes and thrills through all nature a subtle electric vibration
which is the supreme