lives than our own. Yet, we find one manifestation of life competes with another, even within ourselves, so we are forced to establish a sort of "scale" of the "values" of forms-of-life. I believe the higher are those which have the greatest outgoing of the self to the "not-self."
Compare for a moment the narrow, self-centered existence of the idiot, who is almost dead to the larger world, with a deep and wide relatedness of the great thinkers and knowers and makers and lovers of mankind. It is, perhaps, in the undemanding love of parent for child that the expansion of the self into the "not-self" is most completely expressed, more unselfishly than even in the love of lovers. If, in each generation, this life-sheltering impulse didn't outweigh the destructive forces of egoism, our