A Man Who Is Doing His True

The Quest Of The Holy Grail, The Search For The Stone Of The Philosophers - By Whatever Name We Choose To Call The Great Work - Is Therefore Endless. Success Only Opens Up New Avenues Of Brilliant Possibility. Yea, Verily, And Amen! The Task Is Tireless And Its Joys Without Bounds; For The Whole Universe, And All That In It Is, What Is It But The Infinite Playground Of The Crowned And Conquering Child, Of The Insatiable, The Innocent, The Ever-rejoicing Heir Of Space And Eternity, Whose Name Is Man?

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.

It Is Necessary That We Stop, Once For All, This Ignorant Meddling With Other People's Business. Each Individual Must Be Left Free To Follow His Own Path.

This Serpent, Satan, Is Not The Enemy Of Man, But He Who Made Gods Of Our Race, Knowing Good And Evil; He Bade 'know Thyself!' And Taught Initiation.

This Formula Of Love Is Universal; All The Laws Of Nature Are Its Servitors. Thus, Gravitation, Chemical Affinity, Electrical Potential, And The Rest - And These Are Alike Mere Aspects Of The General Law - Are So Many Differently-observed Statements Of The Unique Tendency.