O.M. I would not go any further. These are _elementals_. Virtue, fortitude, holiness, truthfulness, loyalty, high ideals—these, and all the related qualities that are named in the dictionary, are _made of the elementals, _by blendings, combinations, and shadings of the elementals, just as one makes green by blending blue and yellow, and makes several shades and tints of red by modifying the elemental red. There are several elemental colors; they are all in the rainbow; out of them we manufacture and name fifty shades of them. You have named the elementals of the human rainbow, and also one _blend _—heroism, which is made out of courage and magnanimity. Very well, then; which of these elements does the possessor of it manufacture for himself? Is it intellect? Y.M. No. O.M. Why? Y.M. He is born with it. O.M. Is it courage? Y.M. No. He is born with it. O.M. Is it majesty of build, beauty of countenance? Y.M. No. They are birthrights. O.M. Take those others—the elemental moral qualities—charity, benevolence, magnanimity, kindliness; fruitful seeds, out of which spring, through cultivation by outside influences, all the manifold blends and combinations of virtues named in the dictionaries: does man manufacture any of those seeds, or are they all born in him? Y.M. Born in him. O.M. Who manufactures them, then? Y.M. God. O.M. Where does the credit of it belong? Y.M. To God. O.M. And the glory of which you spoke, and the applause? Y.M. To God. O.M. Then it is _you _who degrade man. You make him claim glory, praise, flattery, for every valuable thing he possesses—_borrowed _finery, the whole of it; no rag of it earned by himself, not a detail of it produced by his own labor. _You _make man a humbug; have I done worse by him? Y.M. You have made a machine of him. O.M. Who devised that cunning and beautiful mechanism, a man’s hand? Y.M. God. O.M. Who devised the law by which it automatically hammers out of a piano an elaborate piece of music, without error, while the man is thinking about something else, or talking to a friend? Y.M. God. O.M. Who devised the blood? Who devised the wonderful machinery which automatically drives its renewing and refreshing streams through the body, day and night, without assistance or advice from the man? Who devised the man’s mind, whose machinery works automatically, interests itself in what it pleases, regardless of its will or desire, labors all night when it likes, deaf to his appeals for mercy? God devised all these things. _I_ have not made man a machine, God made him a machine. I am merely calling attention to the fact, nothing more. Is it wrong to call attention to the fact? Is it a crime? Y.M. I think it is wrong to _expose _a fact when harm can come of it. O.M. Go on.