196 CREATIVE INVOLUTION 



" It fills all Space/' continued the little soliloquising 

 Creature, "and what It fills, It is. What It thinks, 

 that It utters; and what It utters, that It hears; and It 

 itself is Thinker, Utterer, Hearer, Thought, Word, 

 Audition; it is the One, and yet the All in All. Ah, 

 the happiness, ah, the happiness of Being ! " 



" Can you not startle the little thing out of its com- 

 placency?'* said I. "Tell it what it really is, as you 

 told me; reveal to it the narrow limitations of Point- 

 land, and lead it up to something higher." " That is no 

 easy task," said my Master ; " try you." 



Hereon, raising my voice to the uttermost, I ad- 

 dressed the Point as follows : 



" Silence, silence, contemptible Creature ! You call 

 yourself the All in All, but you are the Nothing: your 

 so-called Universe is a mere speck in a Line, and a Line 

 is a mere shadow as compared with " 



" Hush, hush, you have said enough," interrupted the 

 Sphere; "now listen, and mark the effect of your 

 harangue on the King of Pointland." 



The lustre of the Monarch, who beamed more brightly 

 than ever upon hearing my words, showed clearly that 

 he retained his complacency; and I had hardly ceased 

 when he took up his strain again. " Ah, the joy, ah, the 

 joy of Thought! What can It not achieve by think- 

 ing! Its own Thought coming to Itself, suggestive of 

 Its disparagement, thereby to enhance Its happiness ! 

 Sweet rebellion stirred up to result in triumph! Ah, 

 the divine creative power of the All in One! Ah, the 

 j oy, the j oy of Being ! " 



" You see," said my Teacher, " how little your words 

 have done. So far as the Monarch understands them 

 at all, he accepts them as his own for he cannot con- 

 ceive of any other except himself and plumes him- 



