The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a
caress, and only waiting for the signal. But how many beings there are
who all their life long have not dared make such a signal! It is the
disaster of our entire existence that we live thus away from our soul,
and stand in such dread of its slightest movement. Did we but allow it
to smile frankly in its silence and its radiance, we should be already
living an eternal life. We have only to think for an instant how much
it succeeds in accomplishing during those rare moments when we knock
off its chains—for it is our custom to enchain it as though it were
distraught—what it does in love, for instance, for there we do permit
it at times to approach the lattices of external life. And would it not
be in accordance with the primal truth if all men were to feel that
they were face to face with each other, even as the woman feels with
the man she loves?
This invisible and divine goodness, of which I only speak here because
of its being one of the surest and nearest signs of the unceasing
activity of our soul, this invisible and divine goodness ennobles, in
decisive fashion, all that it has unconsciously touched. Let him who
has a grievance against his fellow, descend into himself and seek out
whether he never has been good in the presence of that fellow. For
myself, I have never met any one by whose side I have felt my invisible
goodness bestir itself, without he has become, at that very instant,
better than myself. Be good at the depths of you, and you will discover
that those who surround you will be good even to the same depths.
Nothing responds more infallibly to the secret cry of goodness than the
secret cry of goodness that is near. While you are actively good in the
invisible, all those who approach you will unconsciously do things that
they could not do by the side of any other man. Therein lies a force
that has no name; a spiritual rivalry that knows no resistance. It is
as though this were the actual place where is the sensitive spot of our
soul; for there are souls that seem to have forgotten their existence
and to have renounced everything that enables the being to rise; but,
once touched here, they all draw themselves erect; and in the divine
plains of the secret goodness, the most humble of souls cannot endure
defeat.
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