_The perfect way to develop the mind of the child is to teach him to sit and listen at the feet of his own master, the Soul._ The right to live and to bring the laughter of power to the days must be won afresh each morning. No two days alike. We make ourselves impossible to children of the New Age by trying to confine them in the laws and rules of yesterday. The young people whom I serve live in a different intensity. Their interest flags if I repeat, if I fall into familiar rhythms. Continually they spur me on. I think, after all, great teaching is the capacity to feel what the younger minds are thinking. If we are too coarse to catch the first warning of their resistance, they slip farther and farther from our grasp. It would not seem possible to hold American young people with spiritual affairs; yet this is done daily. We call the Unseen--the great gamble. I have shown how all else betrays--how all matter is a mockery at the last--that even love and friendship fail for those who are called to weep and worship wholly at the tomb of the body.... The truth is out: The beginnings of real teaching is in making the Unseen interesting and dramatic. We dwell upon the mystic white lines which connect all things--the sources of daring and beauty and creativeness. I ask my young people where they were--when they did any rare and improved bit of work, when they felt like great comrades, met some magnanimous impulse, arose to superb instants of play, or when in Chapel the big animation touched us all and set us free. They always answer that they were _out of themselves_. That's a secret of the new teaching again--to lift the students out of themselves. Men take to drink or drugs for this same reason: men and women set out on the great adventures, pleasures and quests for this. We hunger and toil for this freedom; we suffer and adore--to get out of ourselves. Mental teachings tie us in more firmly. The teaching here--and no two days alike--is to startle and encourage the young minds to arise and live and breathe in that lovelier and more spacious dimension which at least borders upon the Unseen. The doors open and shut so softly. One does not know he has been out--until he is back with strange light in his eyes and in his hands a gift from the gods.