THE SUMMIT OF THE YEARS 



reveals itself only as a slow wheeling of the heavens 

 around us. It is science that opens our mental vision 

 to the true character of the earth we inhabit, and 

 corrects the false impressions of our senses. So it is 

 philosophy that sets us right about the world within 

 us, and shows the true relation of our thoughts and 

 experiences to larger impersonal truths. 



We cannot penetrate the final mystery of things, 

 because behind every mystery is another mystery. 

 What causes life? What started evolution? Why are 

 you and I here? Who or what ordered the world as 

 we see it? We cannot help asking these questions, 

 though we see when we try to take the first step that 

 they are unanswerable. When we find the end or the 

 under side of the sphere, we may hope to answer 

 them. There is no ending, and no beginning, there 

 is no limit to space or to time, though we make our 

 heads ache trying to think how such can be the case. 

 There is no final Cause in any sense that comes 

 within the range of our experience in this world. We 

 are prisoners of the sphere on which we live, and 

 its bewildering contradictions are reflected in our 

 mental lives as well. 



