“_Two friends went forth to war against each other, and with every wound they drew nearer together--the soul of each grieved for the other’s pain, and neither in death nor life can one escape the other._ “_Would you avoid a loved one, then never dare to hate him. The soul has pity when the brain is pitiless; the faith of the soul may be strongest when the mind is weak with doubt._ “_The soul of the brain that hates you keeps watch when the brain is still, it wipes with its vapory hand the tear-drops from your eyes._ “_When you weep in dreams, know that your soul is weeping for the tears you have caused your enemy. When you wake with wet eyes, you are paying the debt of love._ “_Be kind to him who loves you, for love is a helpless waif; if you drive it from the heart it can only wander alone._ “_Be kind to him who hates you, for his waif is wandering alone._ “_When you go to sleep, send love to the one who wounds you by day. If you go to sleep in hate you will wake with wet eyes._ “_I am the go-between. I am the Self whose house is in every heart. I take messages in the darkness. I am too great to be proud. I run errands for my own._ “_How well you have tried to hate I know by your heart’s sadness. That you have failed to hate is because your soul is sleepless._ “_I am the go-between and I keep my lantern lit._” _April 1._ LETTER XIII THE BODY OF HUMANITY I HAVE said that as twenty of us stood in the palace at Potsdam and in the Wilhelmstrasse, the greatest of the Teachers was not with us. You do not know the name by which we know him, nor do you need to know. He is one who has left so far behind him the personal limitations of life as you know it that he can look upon that life somewhat as the Planetary Logos may look upon it. He can look at the restless and warring beings on earth as you would look at micro-organisms through a lens. Amœba, fat-cell, pus-cell, he sees them all as parts of the great Whole, and their wars do not make him partisan. The assertions, the reiterations, the bombastic prayers of the German Emperor, who goes on the assumption that God must be on his side because it _is_ his side, do not move this Master even to smiles. Absurdity and tragedy are one to him, except as they further or retard the growth of the organism of Humanity. If you get into your consciousness a _realization_, not a mere philosophic theory, of the One and the many, you will understand that the One is in all the many, whether some of them be your friends or your enemies. Another thing remember: To posit is to create. Posit and thus create brotherhood. But do not posit it too violently, lest you climax your rhythm too soon and produce by reaction the opposite of brotherhood.[2] The greatest of the Masters seemed to us to posit no new thing when the war-cloud gathered.