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than this for you or for me, we both seem to shrink into pigmies. We grow so small and weak and helpless that I have no hope of our ever being or doing anything worth speaking of.

But it is such a puzzle, is it not? How is it that I can be I and you can be you, and yet each one of us be all there is?

Well, you see, I am only I as I reveal myself in some way to the senses, and you are only you as you reveal yourself to the senses. What we are, back of the revealing, is quite another thing and it is just there and nowhere else that we are one. That is, behind the curtain, all is one, for it has not been separated yet, as it must be in order to express itself.

Suppose a great body of water were pent up somewhere without an outlet. Then it is all one. But give it an outlet here and there and each stream as it flows forth becomes separated from the whole, while at the same time flowing forth from that whole. If each stream could think, it would probably think of itself in two ways, one as being a separate stream, and the other as a stream coming from a source. If it were a stream with a merely perceptive tendency, it would only see the stream and not the source, but if it were a stream with a reflective tendency, it would cast its eye back over the current and see where it started from its source, and perhaps even look back of that and see the source itself.