You are alive. Life has given you senses. Your eyes see a clock. Your ears hear its sound. It is talking to you. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
 If you had more sense you could feel the stroke of the clock as well as see and hear it.
 If you had greater mentality you could feel a nick pass out of your life with each tick of the clock.
 Yes, this registrar is the custodian of your life and as it talks to you in its own monosyllabic language it urges you to do something good while you live. It wants you to understand that every nick of your life is precious and that you should make good use of it.
 The clock does a useful service and its master, Time, wants you to do something The Original Benefactor useful. It wants you to know that life is a magnificent gift and that if you do not give as much to it as it gives to you that you have cheated it; that you have been a parasite—a vile weed that absorbs everything but produces nothing.
 Another thing Time wants you to learn is that you can never escape the consequences of life, no matter how worthless you are or how mean you have treated everybody. You can pass into different densities but never out of existence. You have got to go on and on and meet the responsibilities of life, no matter how much you might try to evade them. To commit suicide does not evade consequences it only creates them.
 You must strike a balance some time or other and pay a penalty equivalent to all of your acts.
 The Clock now says that the people of the Earth have become unbalanced economically and spiritually, and that the time has