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Editorial.

There are two big classes of people in the world—those who think habitually, and those who do not. Some of the former class, after a while, weary of puzzlement, drop out of the ranks, and say with the non-thinkers (the orthodox), "What we were seeking for has been found long since. Therefore, further search is incredibly foolish.

That is a fine, full stream of happy unthoughtfulness. It vexes not the land with sudden flood, but flows calmly on its way, placid in the sunlight.

And of the thinkers, there are some who thought too long, or thought too sadly. Theirs is a gloomy stream of thought, flowing cold and cheerless through a darkwalled ravine. They say," What we were seeking is not page 8 to be found"—a remark as sweeping in its way as the first we quoted. It narrows our path in the same fashion. It postpones the arrangement of things (which some say was virtually completed long ago) to the infinitely distant in time.

Then, too, unless we posses cheerful temperaments it is decidedly depressing statement. It leaves us in darkness thick as night, and we cannot walk surely into darkness thick as night, and we cannot walk surely into the blackness, seeing no glimmer of light ahead.

Let us walk through a country in the soft haze of twilight. We can see a long way dimly, a little way clearly. The shadow-land is rich in possibilities. Warm lights are beginning to twinkle from homesteads here and there, and, as we look, more sparkle out to cheer us. Then suppose us, as we walk along, to be of that other band of thinkers who say, "What we are seeking has not been found, nor is it unfindable. It may be found, so we shall search for it in many places."

And so these people search. It wants good courage to be a seeker, for the twilight can grow thick at times. The lights wink and disappear, the shadows loom strangely. But, given good courage, the search is ex-new, faint-glimmering truth; eagerness at drawing nearer to it till it glows bright before us; desire to lead other people into this wonderful twilight land, stretching who knows whither on each side of us—all these are the seeker's portion. We must be very kind in the twilight-will-o'-the-wisp and lure strangers into a marshland. But, generally, the strangers will not come, neither from the night-woods of the "Can't be-found" country, nor from the sunlit paddocks of the "Has been found" land.

In short, it would be an excellent thing if people who still were seeking could make others seek also. Anybody of enterprising seekers would be a blessings (perhaps, not an entirely unmixed one) to any community. But trying to widen the paths of other people's thoughts, and, incidentally, our own, is a slower process even than the widening of Willis Street. Everyone Knows that his path of thought is no narrower than anyone else's, and this knowledge is apt to lead to some little delay in page 9 the widening operations. Nevertheless, something is effected, sooner or later.

A University is, of course, a blessing to the community. Victoria College is showing its beneficence by the formation of a Heretics' Club, at whose meetings are to be discussed Art, Philosophy and Religion. The club should fill a need in our store of Knowledge, we are apt, through want of time, to be more instructed than educated; and so the getting of wisdom is slow. Perhaps our Heretics' Club will help a little to fulfill what Professor Raleigh calls "the true purpose of the University." He says, "A University should guard and increase our inheritance of knowledge, and, above all, keep Knowledge, alive. Life implies decay and discard superseded methods and to detect the importance and significance of new studies and new ways of approach."

So we agree and disagree with one Professor who deplored the formation of "yet another College Club." We are sorry there is another club, but we are glad it is one such as this. College clubs are greedy monopolisers of spare time. In these days

"The war and waste of clashing creeds
Now end in words, and not in deeds."

But it takes a long time "to end in words," especially on such subject as the Heretics' Club discusses. The talk runs on, flame-like. The hose of "I declare this several places, flickers and flares."Little groups from to argue afresh, and break up, still arguementative, into talking fragments. There is something exhilarating in talking about "isms." People far apart as the Poles rise to an equator- like heat. But they will always keep excellent tempers in the Heretics' Club. The most conservative in art will listen patiently to the Futurist with his psychological fantasies. The Determinist and the disciple of Bergson will each state his case calmly, secure in his stronghold of belief, self-deemed impregnable.

To state a case calmly, to listen patiently, to weigh justly. Are strong tools for widening one's paths of page 10 thought. The Heretics' Club should teach the use of them. Then may it, to use a quotation cited by the esteemed President, "go gallivanting down the Avenues of Posterity."