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Show Your Vacation It is the vacation season. Across the ocean and the continent, if you can spare the time and money; to nearby shore or mountains or woods, or 'to fishing streams, if you have only the regulation two weeks and limited funds; but, anyhow, somewhere out of doors and close to nature go if you can. To sea or moun-i moun-i tains? Either way, you find what you take with you. Either may be a plaything, or the temple of the infinite. You may fish and hunt and golf; you may loll in the sand and bathe t or watch the bathers. Or you may wrestle with the moun-I moun-I tains, and conquer them, and be lilted up by them. Aged, but not eternal; vast but not infinite; each differing differ-ing from each, with its story written in its rib and veins you may be a savage in the mountains, or under their brief j inspiration, an athiete, an artist, a poet and a worshipper. 1 Not so. the sea. The mountain is Christian, but the sea is Pantheist. It knows neither time nor space, it has no parts I nor history; its waves 'move from nowhere to nowhere, with-! with-! out past or future; its voice speaks no word and tells no tale; its spirit is timeless, dreamless Xirvana. The mountains to work and think and live; the sea to muse and dwell in the inner vision or either to play and loaf and forget. |