Title:  Valere Aude Dare to Be Healthy, Or, The Light of Physical Regeneration

Author:  Louis Dechmann

Release Date:  February 8, 2005 [EBook #14985]

Language:  English

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Valere Aude (DARE TO BE HEALTHY)

or

The light of physical regeneration

A vade mecum on
biology and the hygienic-dietetic
method of healing

By
Dr. Louis Dechmann
Biologist and Physiological Chemist

Second Edition (Compendium) 1919
Seattle.  Washington
Christmas 1918

Washington printing company
Seattle USA
1919

DEDICATION

  “Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore;
  Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more!”

  (Pope)

To you of that great voiceless multitude,

     “The people”—­

You whose bewildered cry is still for light; whose silent tragedy our well beloved Longfellow could so well portray: 

  “O suffering sad humanity! 
  O ye afflicted ones, who lie
  Steeped to the lips in misery,
  Longing, and yet afraid to die,
  Patient, though sorely tried!”

To you and your needs this brief epitome of a coming greater work is given as a fitting Christmas offering—­

     “Let there be light!”

It is the cry which despairing, deluded humanity, in the darkness of its frenzied ignorance, has flung back hopelessly to heaven since first the spirit of an Infinite Intelligence brooded upon the race.  It is the appeal of man’s immortal unity to the All-Father, from age to age, for knowledge sufficient for its hourly needs, since ever, back in the far dim ages of the earth, primeval man, beetle-browed, furtive and fashioned fearsomely, first felt the faint vibration of a Soul; and, like an awakened giant, that chief of human faculties, a Mind took form which, pressing on along the uncertain way, has scaled the giddy heights of knowledge where genius, enthroned, does battle with an envious world of shams and greed and venal prejudice.  Led by the resistless pulse of power it follows still that “banner with a strange device:  Excelsior!";—­for, ever onward yet it wends its way where’er the devious pathway trends, whose troubled, varied course is time, whose bourne is in eternity.

But where seek we, then, the answer to a cry so shrill, that smites the high face of heaven from a world in pain?