NOVEMBER 11th, 1859 – MEDIUM MR. DID…
One day a boy came close to a creek that ran so fast that it almost had the impetuosity of a torrent. The water ran from a neighboring hill, widening as it moved through the plains. The boy examined the flow, and then he collected all sorts of stones that he could carry in his little arms. He had the blind presumption of building a levee.
Despite his efforts and his childish rage, he did not succeed.
He then gave more serious thoughts to the matter, if this can be said of a child; he moved to the higher grounds, abandoning his first attempt and wanting to build the levee near the very source of the creek. But ah! His efforts were still insufficient. He got discouraged and left crying.
It was the beautiful season still and the creek was not as fast as in the winter. It grew stronger and the boy saw that: the water ran its course in a greater furor, everything knocked down in its path, and even the unhappy boy would have been dragged along by the waters, had he gotten as close as before.
Oh! Weak man! Oh child! You who wish to build a dam, an unsurpassable obstacle to the march of truth, you are not stronger than that child and your childish will is not stronger than his little arms. Even if you wish to knock it down at its source, truth will certainly and inevitably drag you over.