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in the sea --- the bird in the air. Realize this, and make the most of it. Stop being afraid. Stop fretting. Stop worrying. Realize that yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow, you are here in the Universe. It's a good Universe, and it grows better as man grows in wisdom to take advantage of its goodness. And it is not yet "sunup" here. Great things are before us. And you will see them and take part in them. Make yourself at home, for you're going to be around here for some time.

Chapter 13 - THE SOLITUDE OF THE SOUL. - p. 48

Lorado Taft's group --- Description --- Each stands alone --- Each is in touch with every other --- Soul communion in silence --- Silence is the sanctuary of the soul --- The oneness of life and its apparent separateness --The message.
In one of the rooms of the Art Institute, in Chicago, stands a remarkable group, by Lorado Taft, the sculptor, entitled "The Solitude of the Soul." The average visitor stops a moment and passes on, commenting on the beauty of the figures composing this group. A few hurry past, afraid to look at the figures, for they are nude --- as naked as the human soul before the gaze of its Creator. (Some people are afraid of things not hidden by draperies --- even the naked Truth shocks them.) But the man or woman who thinks and understands --- stops long before this group, conscious that it tells the tale of a mighty truth.
Around a large rock, stand four human figures --- two men and two women. They are so placed that but one figure is in full sight from any given point of view, although the connection between any figure and the two on each side of it may be seen. It is necessary to walk completely around the group to see the idea of the sculptor --- to read the story that he has written into the marble.
Each figure has an individuality. Each stands alone. And yet each is in touch with the one behind, and the one before. Each one is connected with all, yet each one stands alone. One figure extends a hand to her brother just ahead of her, and on her shoulder rests the tired head of the brother following her. Hand in hand, or head on shoulder stand they, each giving to the other that human touch and contact so dear to the soul craving that companionship of one who understands.
Each face shows sorrow, pain, and longing --- that longing for that complete union of soul with soul --- that longing that earth-life cannot satisfy. And each feels and knows that the other has the same longing. And each gives to the other that comforting touch that says "I know --- I know." Each face shows a great human