Our Greatest Illusion Is Disillusion.

Look How The Smaller Birds Greet The Sun, With So Much Merry Chirruping And So Much Outpouring Of Song! It Is Their Way Of Expressing Worship For The Only Light They Can Know, An Outer One. But Man Can Also Know The Inner Sun, The Light Of The Overself. How Much More Reason Has He To Chirp And Sing Than The Little Birds! Yet How Few Man Feel Gratitude For Such Privilege.

It Is A Grave Misconception To Regard The Mystical Progress As Passing Mostly Through Ecstasies And Raptures. On The Contrary, It Passes Just As Much Through Broken Hearts And Bruised Emotions, Through Painful Sacrifices And Melancholy Renunciations.

This Withdrawal From The Day's Turmoil Into Creative Silence Is Not A Luxury, A Fad, Or A Futility. It Is A Necessity, Because It Tries To Provide The Conditions Wherein We Are Able To Yield Ourselves To Intuitive Leadings, Promptings, Warnings, Teachings, And Counsels And Also To The Inspiring Peace Of The Soul. It Dissolves Mental Tensions And Heals Negative Emotions.

Although The Pure Truth Has Never Been Stated, Nevertheless It Has Never Been Lost. Its Existence Does Not Depend Upon Human Statement But Upon Human Sensitivity. In This It Is Unlike All Other Knowledge.

When Every Situation Which Life Can Offer Is Turned To The Profit Of Spiritual Growth, No Situation Can Really Be A Bad One.