188 ESSAYS OF A BIOLOGIST 



"The Gods are happy. 

 They turn on all sides 

 Their shining eyes, 

 And see below them 

 The earth and men." 



This being so, what is to prevent us from believing 

 that, once certain adjustments are made in the men- 

 tal sausage-machine, we shall discover that what we 

 once found impossibly tough meat will pass smoothly 

 through 'and become done up into the most satisfac- 

 tory of sausages? In other words, that the values 

 are there if we choose to make them — an Euckenish 

 doctrine which, for all that it arouses instinctive sus- 

 picion, may none the less be true. 



But even when we have made all possible discounts 

 of this kind, evolved the smoothest-running machin- 

 ery, converted the raw and meaty material of being 

 into every conceivable kind of tidy sausage, the fact 

 remains that there are feats beyond the power of our 

 machine — beyond its power because of the very qual- 

 fty of its being. 



We live at a certain rhythm in time, at a certain 

 level of size and space; beyond certain limits, events 

 in the outer world are not directly appreciable by 

 the ordinary channels of sense, although a symbolic 

 picture of them may be presented to us by the in- 

 tellect. 



When we are listening to the organ, sometimes 

 there come notes which are on the border-line be- 

 tween sound and feeling: their separate vibrations 



