He concludes, nevertheless, that materialistic agnosticism is the only “creed”? Far from it. This portion of the book is purely introductory; it forms the five door-steps leading to the Spiritus Sanctus—the laboratory of the Divine Spirit. From this black depth of doubt and confusion, the reader is lifted suddenly into the clear ether, and his feet are placed on the “Rosicrucian Way.” Whether called “Rosicrucian,” or by whatever other name, the “Way” is the “Way of Life,” the path which leads to freedom, to wisdom, to true living. Whole pages might well be quoted; a few aphorisms must suffice. “A thing is to the sense that uses it what to the sense It seems to be; it is never anything else.” Many passages recall “Light on the Path,” though Mr. Darby probably never saw that book; but life is one, and _true_ occultism is one. Speaking of mankind as divided into two classes, _men_ in whom is the Holy Ghost, the Divine Spirit or the _Logos_, he says: “With people self-wise or over-sufficient, with the proud and the uncharitable, with all who are _without understanding as to the common good being the only good_, with him who fails to see that gifts _are in men as almoners only_—with all these the Holy Ghost is absent, otherwise so lacking in measure as to be incapable of making itself felt.” The italicised passages give the key-note of the true science and art of living. To quote again: “Settled into tranquillity by entirely satisfactory recognition of noumenon through phenomenon an end is reached where instrument is prepared and ready for use. Analysis has shown the Rosicrucian what he is; more than this—what he can become as to his Ego. If out of his understanding, he puts office [_the service of others_.—ED.] before self, he learns directly of the God, as the God comes to live in and to make use of him.” “Proving to one’s self that one’s self is God”; and again, “God ... the One is in all; the All is in one.” The next chapter contrasts strangely with the one just quoted from—strangely, that is, to the outer sense. The one full of deep philosophy, of questionings of God, the Self, the World, clothed in the profound and significant paradoxes in which wisdom finds expression; the other an idyll, a sketch of nature, deeply coloured by the influence of Walt Whitman, whose _style_, perhaps, has had too great an influence on Mr. Darby, who has caught its jerky and unpleasant strings of detached sentences. This is Chapter V.; Chapter VI. deals with Matter in its relation to the Ego, the spirit of the treatment being indicated by the following conclusion: “That there shows itself, out of a process of exclusion, conducted even only so far as the analysis of matter, a something which is not matter. The analysis demonstrates the something to be of individual signification; further, that it is to it what a flute or other instrument is to harmony.”