A FOREWORD 3 



orchard trees, and most recent of all the waving grain. 

 People come and go but form no stable part of this 

 landscape. We know how the grain came to be there, 

 and we understand the orderly arrangement of the 

 orchard trees; the road too we can explain. How 

 came the stream there, and how the forest trees? 

 Have they always been there, or did they too have a 

 beginning? Was there a time when there was no 

 ocean ? When was this time ? How came they there ? 



When the lisping lips of my young child asked me, 

 "Papa, who made me?" I told him "God," and he 

 knew enough and was content with his knowledge. 

 After a while he grew older and his inquisitive spirit 

 began to puzzle with the question of how God had 

 made him. When his growing mind was ready for 

 the new knowledge I took him to my side and told 

 him the great mystery of life. I told him how he 

 owed to his father and to his mother the beginnings 

 of his life, how God gave him to us. Now a new era 

 opened in his childish mind. As he grows on to 

 greater maturity he cannot help wondering how the 

 first man was made, how the trees, and the world came 

 to be. He is no longer satisfied with the simple state- 

 ment that God made them. His eager mind wants to 

 know, if may be, how God made them. 



So, in the distant past, in the childhood of our race, 

 the question was asked, "Who made us?" and the an- 



