IT is only too evident that the invisible agitations of the kingdoms
within us are arbitrarily set on foot by the thoughts we shelter. Our
myriad intuitions are the veiled queens who steer our course through
life, though we have no words in which to speak of them. How strangely
do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words! We
believe we have dived down to the most unfathomable depths, and when
we reappear on the surface, the drop of water that glistens on our
trembling finger-tips no longer resembles the sea from which it came.
We believe we have discovered a grotto that is stored with bewildering
treasure; we come back to the light of day, and the gems we have
brought are false—mere pieces of glass—and yet does the treasure
shine on, unceasingly, in the darkness! There is something between
ourselves and our soul that nothing can penetrate; and there are
moments, says Emerson, ‘in which we court suffering, in the hope that
here at least we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth.’
I have said elsewhere that the souls of mankind seemed to be drawing
nearer to each other, and even if this be not a statement that can be
proved, it is none the less based upon deep-rooted, though obscure,
convictions. It is indeed difficult to advance facts in its support,
for facts are nothing but the laggards, the spies and camp followers
of the great forces we cannot see. But surely there are moments when
we seem to feel, more deeply than did our fathers before us, that we
are not in the presence of ourselves alone. Neither those who believe
in a God, nor those who disbelieve, are found to act in themselves as
though they were sure of being alone. We are watched, we are under
strictest supervision, and it comes from elsewhere than the indulgent
darknesses of each man’s conscience! Perhaps the spiritual vases are
less closely sealed now than in bygone days, perhaps more power has
come to the waves of the sea within us? I know not: all that we can
state with certainty is that we no longer attach the same importance to
a certain number of traditional faults, but this is in itself a token
of a spiritual victory.
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