THE PATH OF VISION
VI
GREEN LOGS AND BRUSHWOOD
OUR ideals are the vehicles of our illusions;
our illusions are the motor
forces of our desires; our desires are born
of an innate, insatiable longing for the
Beautiful, the Good, and the True,—for
the superlatives, in other words, of what,
according to our own light, is the truth;
and our own light, that undying spiritual
flame in the temple of our being, has its
eternal sources in the sun and soil, as in
the schools and universities, and the arts
and sciences of our time.
That is why, from a pure amber flame in the past, when religion was the supreme dominating force in life, it has developed into a complex, many-colored, spasmodically burning mass of inharmonies. The amber hue is seldom seen nowadays; a green ray filters through the smoke; a golden spark now and then illumines it, but only for a spell; the opalescent rays
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