Hold steady, you for whom there is another day of anxiety not far off. Hold steady; for though you may not realize it, I to whom you look for strength find also strength in you. That is a mystery which I may or may not explain by and by. You are a solid platform from which I can spring, when I need the force of a material base. I shall not over-use it. If you are unable to stand the strain, alone as you are now, you may communicate with my son; but do that only as a last resort. You must learn to stand alone. In my other writing the strain on you was far less, the demand on you far less, the need of your strength far less. You could not have done then what you are doing now, nor could I have done then what I am doing now. Again I say, hold steady. The wounds, the tortured faces which you see at night, the pitiful appeals for help which you try to answer, are only typical of what we see and try to help, nightly, daily and hourly. I have used the actual substance of your etheric body to build myself an optical instrument, through which I can see into the sun-lighted world--your world. You will suffer no injury in the long run for this loan that you have made me. Have you not pledged yourself to the service of mankind? Mankind are out here as well as in there, and the eyes I have built of your substance have enabled me to do service which otherwise I could not have done. Count that with your good karma. _May 13._ LETTER XL THE HEIGHT AND THE DEPTH DO not lose faith in the future of the world. Have you not studied the Law of Rhythm? Do you not know that the height is equal to the depth, and that when things are at their worst they are getting ready to improve? Life moves rapidly in these Twentieth Century days. A thousand years ago it would have taken a decade to accomplish the horrors of the last ten months. Perhaps the reconstruction will be equally rapid. Do not lose faith in the future of the world. There are even Germans who repudiate the sinking of the _Lusitania_! All is not well in that Empire, from the standpoint of the Empire. Be poised, and await the issue. _May 14._ LETTER XLI A CONCLAVE OF MASTERS SOME day the races of men will return to the love which they have now forgotten. Some day German and English, Italian and Austrian, French and Turkish, will all sit together at the banquet table of life and drink to the health, not to the death, of one another. And that day is not so far distant as the present hate and slaughter would indicate. There is peace after strife, and love after hate, and sunshine after the storm. Love and hate! To know the one you must have seen the other. Surely I need not tell _you_ this! What did you know of love till you had been hated? Love and hate are the twin-born children of emotion.