AN INDEX FINGER.
AN INDEX FINGER
BY
TULIS ABROJAL
“All the Sutras are but fingers that point out the shining moon.”
“Man, thou livest forever.”
Has any one supposed it is lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him, or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look’d at the crowded heaven.
And I said to my spirit: When we become the unfolders of those orbs, and the
pleasure and knowledge of everything in them, shall we be filled and satisfied then?
And my spirit said: No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
—Walt Whitman.
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY, 9 and 11 EAST
SIXTEENTH STREET: NEW YORK CITY
1898
Copyright, 1897
BY
TULIS ABROJAL.
An Index Finger.
DEDICATION.
To those who faithfully follow their ideals, ever doing the work theylove to do, always giving to the world the best that is in them—thetruth as they see it—though in the face of difficulties, disastersand defeat; enduring persecution, poverty and want, meeting the dreadspectre of starvation, suffering death itself if need be, yet countingall not too great a price to pay for the freedom of their souls, thisbook is sympathetically dedicated.