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hemmed in as we may be by the increasing mutness of
the abstract, each man a victim of the iciest necessity, flung into nothingness,
his ego flung to the winds -- it is the breath of the
Absolute that sweeps across the world, and from our dim
inklings and gropings for truth there will spring up
the high-day and holiday assurance with which we shall know
that every man has the divine spark in his soul and that our oneness
cannot be forfeited; unforfeitable the brotherhood of
humble human creatures, from whose deepest anguish there
shines unforfeitable and unforfeited the anguish of a divine grace,
the oneness of all men, gleaming in all things, beyond all Space and
all Time; the oneness in which all light has its source and from which there
springs the healing of all living things -- symbol of a symbol, image of
an image, emerging from the destiny that is sinking in darkness.... |