Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers/Soul Mates
SOUL MATES
I'M taking up Bergson this week. Next week I'm going to take up Etruscan vases and the Montessori system.
Oh, no, I haven't lost my interest in sociology.
Only the other night we went down in the auto and watched the bread line.
Of course, one can take up too many things.
It's the spirit in which you take a thing up that counts.
Sometimes I think the spirit in which you take a thing up counts more than the thing itself—counts in its effect on you, you know.
Of course, the way to get the real meaning out of any thing is to put yourself in a receptive attitude.
In serious things the attitude counts for every thing. One mustn't scoff.
If you look at it seriously and scientifically you ll see there's a great deal more than you suspected in all this affinity and soul mate craze, for instance.
Not that I care much for the words "soul mate" and "affinity" particularly; they have been so vulgarized, somehow.
The Best People don't use those terms any more.
Psychic harmony is the new term.
The loveliest man explained all about it to us the other day. I belong to a Little Group of Thinkers, who take a serious interest in these things, you know.
We are trying to find out how to make our psychic powers count for the betterment of the world. I am very psychic. Some are not.
This man had the most interesting eyes and the silkiest beard, and he said his aura was pink.
If he should meet a girl, you know, with an aura just the shade of pink that his aura is, why then they would know they were in psychic harmony.
Simple, isn't it? But then all truly great ideas are simple, aren't they?
But if his aura was blue, and her aura was yellow, then, of course, they would quarrel. That's what makes so much domestic unhappiness.
But he said something that gave me the most frightfully insecure feeling.
He said the aura changes its color as the soul progresses.
Two people may be in harmony today, and both have pink auras, and in a year hers may be green and his golden. What desperate chances a woman takes when she marries, doesn't she?
I sometimes think life must have been a much more comfortable thing before the world got to be so terribly advanced.
But, of course, it is our duty to sacrifice personal comfort for the future of the race and the betterment of the world.
As I was looking at the bread line the thought came to me that the chief difference between this advanced age and other ages was in the fact that people today are willing to take a serious interest in such things.
People are willing to sacrifice themselves today, you know.
It is food for optimism, don't you think?
Not that I was really so uncomfortable in the auto, you know. I had on my new mink coat.