And, still again, the hand is that of the loving woman who is walking along the path of Life with the man she loves. It is a tender clasp--the fingers tingle with love--the arm presses close to mine. I hear no voice--no words are needed--soul talks to soul in the silence. We walk on and on and on. We understand. And, still again, the hand seems that of a brother--a twin brother. Neither the protection of the father--the loving tenderness of the mother--the thrill of the lover's touch--is there. I feel not that the hand is that of a stronger being--I am conscious only of the brotherly clasp--the touch of comradeship--the presence of an equal. I feel by my side a helper--someone who will back me up in time of need. And I stroll along by his side and laugh with joy. The joy of the boy is again mine. The joy of companionship is again mine. And, lo the hand of the brother seems to grow--he and I are again men. And something in his hand-clasp seems to say to me, "Come, brother, let us go forth into the unknown future. Let us have Faith. There are lands awaiting our coming. Let us enjoy them. Let us explore them. Let us be filled with the spirit of adventure, and go forth. Let us see--let us feel--let us know." And I return the clasp, and say, "Aye, brother, let us go forth. Whither thou goest there will I go. Thy joys shall be my joy--thy pain my pain. Let us go forth--let us go forth to the Divine Adventure." And, so, manifesting the attributes of all human relations, in turn, and at the proper time, the owner of this unseen hand is near me. I feel his presence--I am aware of his nearness. At times faith grows faint, and I think it all a delusion--a phantasm--a dream. All seems lost, and I weep. But, lo! in the midst of my despair, I feel the hand upon my head--I know that it is a reality and, through my tears, I smile. Shall I ever know the owner of this hand? Shall I ever see its face? Shall I ever understand the mystery of its existence? I know not. But faith whispers in my ear, "Wait! All is well! When the pupil is ready the Master appears. When your eyes have a clear vision and can bear the sight, then shall you see the Face of the owner of the hand. You have entered the Path and there is no turning back. Go on--go on in Faith, Courage and Confidence. Why should you doubt--have you not felt the pressure of The Hand?" Aye, why should I doubt or question? Have I not felt the pressure of the Unseen Hand? Open your hands, friends, that the Hand may clasp yours as it has mine. While your hand is clenched in Anger and Hate--while it clutches tight the gold it has snatched from the hand of another--while the fingers are drawn together with Fear--it cannot receive the Unseen Hand. Open it wide--reach it out--offer it in friendly clasp--and you will feel within it the touch of that which you seek. The Unseen Hand is waiting to clasp yours. Give it welcome--give it welcome. HOW SUCCESS COMES.