ON THE MANUSCRIPTS OF GOD 



upon this strange instrument, man. Through 

 his eye, star-beam and sunset and the scroll 

 of the buried ages reach his spirit as in- 

 stantly as the color and fragrance of the 

 violet at his feet. 



Not even the earth and all its fullness can 

 exhaust man's responsive capacity. Great 

 as the world is, it is contained in man several 

 times and over. Hence the blind outreach- 

 ings of this unsatisfied remainder of man, 

 whose infinity gropes for Infinity as the river 

 seeks the sea. From this groping have 

 sprung all the religions of the world, bear- 

 ing witness to a capacity which failed to 

 find satisfaction in all the world's influx 

 through the five great channels of sense. 

 As all the rivers run into the sea and the 

 sea is never full, so despite all that flows into 

 the mind and heart, tHeir receptivity has 

 never been overbrimmed. 



Stranger still, with all that has been said 

 and written about mind, and all that we 

 know of its achievements, no one has ever 

 seen what is called mind or soul, which for- 

 ever eludes us like the fourth dimension, or 



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