Towards democracy

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And You, all the time—YOU ?

What ?—Like some great Egyptian King-God, seated, marble, with wide eyes looking out over the procession, chariots and horsemen, which creeps past in his honourover them to the plains and the winding river.

Do not fear ; do not.be discouraged by the tiny insolences of people. For yourself be only careful that you are trtie.

The dreams of the dark-faced yearning swift-souled Egyptians, conceiving into stone eternal types of calm passion, the dreams of Pheidias, the dreams of the dreamers of all the earth fallmg passionate before the visionary beauty of womanhood and manhood—Are true.

The dust, the wretched blur and distortion are but for _amoment. They are no more than they are. When you shall behold yourself in the clean mirror of God you shall be wholly satisfied.

The body is a root of the soul. As the body in air, so the soul sustains itself in love.

The medium in which the Knowledge of Yourself subsists is Equality. When you have penetrated into that medium (as the young shoot penetrates into the sunlight) you shall know that it is so—you shall realise Yourself—but not till then,

Hereafter the face of Nature, the faces of the sea and the fields, the faces of the animals—hereafter the faces of them that pass in the street—are changed,

Nothing escapes, the line is cast over them all, they