But then there are so many things that a modern thinker must keep up with, aren't there? And it's easy enough to concentrate one's mind on one or two things, but I often find it terribly difficult to concentrate on ten or twelve different things all at the same time. And one must if one is to keep up with the very latest in Thought and Life. Concentration! Concentration! That is the key to it all! Nearly every night when I am alone with my own Ego I go into the Silences for a little period of Spiritual Self-Examination and I always ask myself: "Have I Concentrated today? Really Concentrated? Or have I failed?" I call these little times my Psychic Inquisitions. In the hurry of this crowded age one must find time to get along with one's self, must one not? Fothy Finch has written a beautiful thing about the hurry of this crowded age which I wish everyone could hang over his desk. Well, I must be going on now. I have a committee meeting for this afternoon. I can't for the life of me remember whether it's about suffrage -- Oh, yes, I marched! -- or about some relief fund. SOUL MATES I'm taking up Bergson this week. Next week I'm going to take up Etruscan vases and the Montessori system. Oh, no, I haven't lost my interest in sociology. Only the other night we went down in the auto and watch the bread line. Of course, one can take up TOO MANY things. It's the spirit in which you take up a thing that counts. Sometimes I think the spirit in which you take a thing up counts more than the thing itself -- counts in its effect on you, you know. Of course, the way to get the real meaning out of any thing is to put yourself in a receptive attitude. In serious things the attitude counts for everything. One mustn't scoff. If you look seriously and scientifically you'll' see there's a great deal more than you suspected in all this affinity and soul mate craze, for instance. Not that I care much for the words "soul mate" and "affinity" particularly; they have been so VULGARIZED, somehow. The Best People don't use those terms any more. Psychic harmony is the new term. The loveliest man explained all about it to us the other day. I belong to a Little Group of Thinkers, who take a serious interest in these things, you know. We are trying to find out how to make our psychic powers count for the betterment of the world. I am very psychic. Some are now. This man had the most interesting eyes and the silkiest beard, and he said his aura was pink. If he should meet a girl, you know, with an aura just the shade of pink that his aura is, why then they would know they were in psychic harmony. Simple, isn't it? But then all truly great ideas ARE simple, aren't they? But if his aura was blue, and her aura was yellow, then, of course, they would quarrel. That's what makes so much domestic unhappiness. But he said something that gave me the most frightfully insecure feeling. He said the aura CHANGES its color as the soul progresses.