When peace is practised, and possessed, and known, then sin and remorse, grasping and disappointment, craving and temptation, desiring and grieving—all the turbulence and torment of the mind—are left behind in the dark sphere of self to which they belong, and beyond which they cannot go. Beyond where these dark spectres move, bask in Eternal Light the radiant Plains of Divine Beatitude, and to these the traveller on the High and Holy Way comes in due time. From the binding swamps of passion, through the thorny forests of many vanities, across the arid deserts of doubt and despair, he travels on, not turning back, nor staying his course, but ever moving toward his sublime destination, until at last he comes, a meek and lowly yet strong and radiant conqueror, to the Beautiful City of Peace.
