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- 
