THE EQUINOX
Lanoo, no matter what happens to him, soaring aloft like the
Phang, and sailing gloriously through innumerable Gates of
High Initiation, nevertheless keeps his original Point of
View, like a Bourbon. He is always getting rid of Illusions,
but, like the entourage of the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of
Rheims after he cursed the thief, nobody seems one penny
the worse—or the better.
Probably the best way to take the whole treatise is to
assume that it is written for the absolute tyro, with a good
deal between the lines for the more advanced mystic. This
will excuse, to the mahatma-snob, a good deal of apparent
triviality and crudity of standpoint. It is of course neces-
sary for the commentator to point out just those things
which the novice is not expected to see. He will have to shew
mysteries in many grades, and each reader must glean his
own wheat.
At the same time, the commentator has done a good deal
to uproot some of the tares in the mind of the tyro aforesaid,
which Madame Blavatsky was apparently content to let
grow until the day of judgment. But that day is come since
she wrote this Book; the New Zon is here, and its Word is
Do what thou wilt. It is certainly time to give the order:
“Chautauqua est delenda.”
Love is the law, love under will.