200 Shadowings 



Then a Voice said to me : 



"The White are of the Altitudes. By the 

 blending of the billions they are made. Thy 

 part is to help to their kindling. Even as the 

 color of thy burning, so is the worth of thee. 

 For a moment only is thy quickening; yet the 

 light of thy pulsing lives on: by thy thought, 

 in that shining moment, thou becomest a Maker 

 of Gods." 



