The most perfect bits of writing we have from the group of our greatest novelists--is either in the form of letters or parts of work inspired by the influence of a woman's heart--some romantic and one-pointed outbreathing of their souls to one.... The great creative producers rarely found steady human companionship in one woman. No flesh was starry enough to endure their idealisation; the break of their picture was often the shattering of life itself. Experience forces us all at last to take our idolatry from that which changes--to continue our lessons of love toward the Unseen. Lovers of the New Race seem to have learned the agony of trying to find all in each other, of trying to find the universe eye to eye. They realise at once that man and woman are but the two earth points of a triangle; that they safely may rear their passions and their transfigurations only to the pure point of union above.... * * * * * A man has found something when he cries "Eureka!" He loves something, when he pours out his heart to it. The first great struggle of the real workman is to find a form that contains him--a form of expression that will not maim his dream. It is never the form that has held another, that has sufficed for another artist. A letter is one way to freedom. A writer's style should set him free. The enduring aphorisms and tablets and discourses of the Masters have been spoken to their beloved few. A man's sealed orders in the world, his occult transcriptions from above the world, come in the form of personal messages. Great documents of the future shall be written this way. We write many personal letters. One of my young comrades has the idea to gather together names of a score of mill-girls in New York or somewhere, and write her heart to them--less to try to help them, than to ease her own heart, to tell her love for them. Radiation--that is happiness. Mill-girls have been a dream of hers. She is full of force to pour out. Incandescence is happiness. All expression is happiness. Happiness is creative. To work, to express, that is to radiate. The object is as important as the thing that aches to go forth. Choose the form that sets you free. To each his form. A tireless woman asked how she might serve. Her lover was lost in Flanders. We told her to write to the soldiers--to write her heart out in letters to soldiers--that she would save lives and start great dreams and bring the gold back to many grey mists--to be Mary the Mother, the saint, the dream of the film-eyed fighting men--to love them through the heart of her beloved. That is what focalisation leads to--to draw forth the great energies from our souls, to set us free, first to one, then to the world.