It is obvious that all living beings are utterly helpless at the moment of birth . The human child stays helpless longer than the young of any other species. Apparently, it is part of of man that he is meant to be utterly helpless through certain anthropological phases.
Are we mere lumps of animated matter? Has man no higher birth than the flesh? Or are we improved monkeys, ex-apes as Darwins' theory postulates? Are we to fill the earth for a brief while and then disappear? From what cause do I derive my existence? To what condition shall I return? Man flings these questions at the face of life, and waits but finds no answer till he totters into the grave. Yet Divinity have invested man with a faculty equal to discovering the truth about his own self.
God has sent a true light into the heart of every child that is born, but it must be unveiled. We have wrapped around it the dark shrouds that blind up, and we ourselves must unwrap them.
