We Have Only To Believe. And The

So Many Things Which Once Had Distressed Or Revolted Him — The Speeches And Pronouncements Of The Learned, Their Assertions And Their Prohibitions, Their Refusal To Allow The Universe To Move — All Seemed To Him Now Merely Ridiculous, Non-existent, Compared With The Majestic Reality, The Flood Of Energy, Which Now Revealed Itself To Him: Omnipresent, Unalterable In Its Truth, Relentless In Its Development, Untouchable In Its Serenity, Maternal And Unfailing In Its Protectiveness.

We May, Perhaps, Imagine That The Creation Was Finished Long Ago. But That Would Be Quite Wrong. It Continues Still More Magnificently, And At The Highest Levels Of The World.

The World Can No More Have Two Summits Than A Circumference Can Have Two Centres.

We Only Have To Look Around Us To See How Complexity And Psychic 'temperature' Are Still Rising: And Rising No Longer On The Scale Of The Individual But Now On That Of The Planet. This Indication Is So Familiar To Us That We Cannot But Recognize The Objective, Experiential, Reality Of A Transformation Of The Planet 'as A Whole.'

A Breeze Passes In The Night. When Did It Spring Up? Whence Does It Come? Whither Is It Going? No Man Knows.