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A Dim Consciousness Of Infinite Mystery And Grandeur Lies Beneath All The Commonplace Of Life . There Is An Awfulness And A Majesty Around Us, In All Our Little Worldliness .

All The Great And Beneficent Operations Of Nature Are Produced By Slow And Often Imperceptible Degrees. The Work Of Destruction And Devastation Only Is Violent And Rapid.

Masonry Is A Search After Light. That Search Leads Us Directly Back, As You See, To The Kabalah.

He Who Endeavors To Serve, To Benefit, And Improve The World, Is Like A Swimmer, Who Struggles Against A Rapid Current, In A River Lashed Into Angry Waves By The Winds. Often They Roar Over His Head, Often They Beat Him Back And Baffle Him. Most Men Yield To The Stress Of The Current... Only Here And There The Stout, Strong Heart And Vigorous Arms Struggle On Toward Ultimate Success.

Everything Actual Must Also First Have Been Possible, Before Having Actual Existence.