"No, we think them." She meditated a while. "But, Padre dear," she continued, "the inside, or soul, of everything is mental. We never see it. We have to think it." "Yes, you are right. The things we think we see are only symbols. They stand for the real things." "Padre, they don't stand for anything!" she replied abruptly. Josè looked down at her in surprise. He waited. "Padre, the real things are the things we don't see. And the things we think we see are not real at all!" Josè had ere this learned not to deny her rugged statements, but to study them for their inner meaning, which the child often found too deep for her limited vocabulary to express. "The things we think we see," he said, though he was addressing his own thought, "are called the physical. The things we do not see or cognize with the physical senses are called mental, or spiritual. Well?" he queried, looking down again into the serious little face. "Padre, the very greatest things are those that we don't see at all!" "True, _chiquita_. Love, life, joy, knowledge, wisdom, health, harmony--all these are spiritual ideas. The physical sometimes manifests them--and sometimes does not. And in the end, called death, it ceases altogether to manifest them." "But--these things--the very greatest things there are--are the souls of everything--is it not so, Padre dear?" "It must be, _chiquita_." "And all these things came from God, and He is everywhere, and so He is the soul of everything, no?" He made the same affirmative reply. "Padre--don't you see it?--we are not seeing things all around us! We don't see real things that we call trees and stones and people! We see only what we _think_ we see. We see things that are not there at all! We see--" "Yes, we see only our thoughts. And we think we see them as objects all about us, as trees, and houses, and people. But in the final analysis we see only thoughts," he finished. "But these thoughts do not come from God," she insisted. "No," he replied slowly, "because they often manifest discord and error. I think I grasp what is struggling in your mind _chiquita_. God is--" "Everywhere," she interrupted.