He is no longer affected by the changes of earth, and when he
hears of wars and rumors of wars his peace is not disturbed, and where men
grow angry and cynical and quarrelsome, he bestows compassion and love.
Though appearances may contradict it, he knows that the world is
progressing, and that
"Through its laughing and its weeping,
Through its living and its keeping,
Through its follies and its labors, weaving in and out of sight,
To the end from the beginning,
Through all virtue and all sinning,
Reeled from God's great spool of Progress, runs the golden
thread of light."
When a fierce storm is raging none are angered about it, because they know
it will quickly pass away, and when the storms of contention are
devastating the world, the wise man, looking with the eye of Truth and
pity, knows that it will pass away, and that out of the wreckage of broken
hearts which it leaves behind the immortal Temple of Wisdom will be built.
Sublimely patient; infinitely compassionate; deep, silent, and pure, his
very presence is a benediction; and when he speaks men ponder his words in
their hearts, and by them rise to higher levels of attainment. Such is he
who has entered into the Infinite, who by the power of utmost sacrifice has
solved the sacred mystery of life.
Questioning Life and Destiny and Truth,
I sought the dark and labyrinthine Sphinx,
Who spake to me this strange and wondrous thing:--
"Concealment only lies in blinded eyes,
And God alone can see the Form of God.
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