Collected Works (Vol. II)

282 TIME other research: such is the object of my life. . Myst. But of mine the research itself. Scept. IT applaud you. You are the happy one. I am the martyr. I shall sow, but not reap; my eyes shall hardly see the first- fruits of my labour; yet something I shall see. Also, to construct one must clear the ground: to harvest, the plough and harrow are required. First we must rid us of false phrase and lying assumption, of knavery and.ignorance, of bigotry and shirk- ing. Let us pull down the church and the Free Library ;! with each stone torn thence let us build the humble and practical homes of the true ‘‘ holy men” of our age, the 1 The sarcasm is perhaps against the popu- larity of the worthless novel, as shown in Free Library statistics ; or against the uselessness of any form of reading to a man not otherwise educated. austere and single-minded labourers in the fields of Physics and Physiology. Myst. Here, moreover, is the foundation of race harmony ; here the possible basis for a genuine brotherhood of man! * He will never be permanently solidarised-—excuse the neologism !—by grandiose phrase and tran- sitory emotion; but in the Freemasonry of the Adepts of Dhyana what temple may not yet be builded? Scept. Not made with hands— ev rots ovpavots alwytos. Myst. Has not this mystical bond brought you and me together, us diverse, even re- pugnant in all other ways, yet utterly at one in this great fact? , Scept. We have talked too lightly, friend. Silence is best. Myst. Let us meditate upon the adorable light of that divine Savitri ! Scept. May she enlighten our minds!