Sometimes, I know not why and how, we are for a moment or two in
touch with the larger life--to some it comes in religion, to some
in love, to some in art. Perhaps a wave of the onward sweeping tide
beats for an instant into the little pool we call our own, stirring
the fringing weed, bubbling sharply and freshly upon the sleeping
sand,
The sad mistake we make is, when such a moment comes, to feel as
though it were only the stirring of our own feeble imagination.
What we ought rather to do is by every effort we can make to
welcome and comprehend this dawning of the larger life upon us; not
to sink back peevishly into our own limits and timidly to deplore
them, but resolutely to open the door again and again--for the door
can be opened--to the light of the great sun that lies so broadly
about us. Every now and then we have some startling experience
which reveals to us our essential union with other individuals. We
have many of us had experiences which seem to indicate that there
is at times a direct communication with other minds, independent of
speech or writing; and even if we have not had such experiences, it
has been scientifically demonstrated that such things can occur.
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