Spirits have institutions and streets and all the things that makeup living, urban living, just the same as suburban living.
Most people if they think of the spirit realm at all except as a place of pearly gates and golden streets and undimmed glory like to dream of it as some beautiful, quiet, retired spot where all the active interests of glowing life cease—as if the spirit world might be vast pasture land where the shepherd leads his flocks to dwell in beauty and quiet repose.
But this is false, my friend, as false as is the doctrine of brimstone and eternal torment.
The activities of the spiritual life are wonderful beyond expression.
It is no dreaming existence, but vivid and real and progressive, and spirits gather together and plan and work for the uplifting of those in the mortal world and the unfortunates who are hastened into this world by undue exposure, privation, starvation—all the dreadful array of evils, which beset the ignorant and blind seekers after gold or place.
And to those higher activities, research and study, discovery and application of laws of Nature for the betterment of the world, mutual co-operation in artistic expression, poetry, art, music—all those Divine arts are theirs.
You stand in the vestibule of life and those who are near enough to catch glimpses of its beauty, whisperings of its harmony, inspirations of its prayers, are your divine leaders, your poets, great artists of every kind, but not necessarily your ministers, your clergymen, for they are but showmen standing at the tent door, howling about the wares which the Lord keeps inside.

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