An Anxious Unrest, A Fierce Craving Desire

For More Than Three Thousand Years Men Have Quarreled Concerning The Formulas Of Their Faith. The Earth Has Been Drenched With Blood Shed In This Cause, The Face Of Day Darkened With The Blackness Of The Crimes Perpetrated In Its Name.

We Cannot Adopt The Way Of Living That Was Satisfactory A Hundred Years Ago. The World In Which We Live Has Changed, And We Must Change With It.

When The Light Of The Sun Shines Through A Prism It Is Broken Into Beautiful Colours, And When The Prism Is Shattered, Still The Light Remains. So Does The Life Of Life Shine Resplendent In The Forms Of Our Friends, And So, When Their Forms Are Broken, Still Their Life Remains; And In That Life We Are United With Them; For The Life Of Their Life Is Also Our Life, And We Are One With Them By Ties Indissoluble.

Perhaps A Hundred People Assembled One Evening, May 15, 1876, At The Time When The Country Was Celebrating The Hundredth Anniversary Of Its Political Independence.

Religion Is A Wizard, A Sibyl . . . She Faces The Wreck Of Worlds, And Prophesies Restoration. She Faces A Sky Blood-red With Sunset Colours That Deepen Into Darkness, And Prophesies Dawn. She Faces Death, And Prophesies Life.