She had been an
infinitesimal atom of inert something that had quickened to life under the
blazing magic of the sun. Soon her spirit would abandon her body and go on,
while her flesh and bone returned to dust. This frame of hers, that carried
the divine spark, belonged to the earth. She had only been ignorant,
mindless, feelingless, absorbed in the seeking of gain, blind to the truth.
She had to give. She had been created a woman; she belonged to nature; she
was nothing save a mother of the future. She had loved neither Glenn
Kilbourne nor life itself. False education, false standards, false
environment had developed her into a woman who imagined she must feed her
body on the milk and honey of indulgence.
She was abased now--woman as animal, though saved and uplifted by her power
of immortality. Transcendental was her female power to link life with the
future. The power of the plant seed, the power of the earth, the heat of
the sun, the inscrutable creation-spirit of nature, almost the divinity of
God--these were all hers because she was a woman. That was the great
secret, aloof so long. That was what had been wrong with life--the woman
blind to her meaning, her power, her mastery.
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