We Are Sons Of God And Must

Love Is The Keynote, Joy Is The Music, Knowledge Is The Performer, The Infinite All Is The Composer And Audience.

All That Is Born And Destroyed Is Reborn In The Sweep Of The Ages; Life Like A Decimal Ever Recurring Repeats The Old Figure.

But What After All, Behind Appearances, Is This Seeming Mystery? We Can See That It Is The Consciousness Which Had Lost Itself Returning Again To Itself, Emerging Out Of Its Giant Self-forgetfulness, Slowly, Painfully, As A Life That Is Would Be Sentient, Half-sentient, Dimly Sentient, Wholly Sentient And Finally Struggles To Be More Than Sentient, To Be Again Divinely Selfconscious, Free, Infinite, Immortal.

Threefold Are Those Supreme Births Of This Divine Force That Is In The World, They Are True, They Are Desirable; He Moves There Wide-overt Within The Infinite And Shines Pure, Luminous And Fulfilling.... Of That Which Is In Mortal In Mortals, And Possessed Of The Truth, Is A God And Established Inwardly As An Energy Working Out In Our Divine Powers.... Become High Uplifted, O Strength, Pierce All Veils, Manifest In As The Things Of The Godhead.

Live According To Nature, Runs The Maxim Of The West; But According To What Nature, The Nature Of The Body Or The Nature Which Exceeds The Body? This First We Ought To Determine.