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SALUTATION TO THE DAY The dawn telleth the coming of the new day. I turn my eyes to the morning and purge myself in the purity of the dawn. My Soul quickeneth with the beauty of the dawn. Today is, and will be. Yesterday was, and has been. My yesterday is what I made it. I see it in memory, perfect or imperfect. My today is what I will to make it. I will to make it perfect. I am man. I have free right to choose. I may do as I will to do. I have the power to build the day or to rend the day. The day will be of my making, either perfect or imperfect, good or loving as I choose to live it in spirit or in flesh, on the mountain top or earthbound. The day is of my choosing. None shall stay my hand in the making of the day. If I rend the day I build ten other days, mayhap ten times ten, to undo the rending. The Universal One will not allow this day to go unlived to the glory of Him whom I am nor to the fulfillment of His command, nor to the fulfillment of His purposes. If I bui...