The healing of the mind to think supernal truth waits upon that light which only the uplifted mystic eye can bring to mind. The transfiguration of matter waits upon the flawless ecstasy which only the mystic eye can find. Order and beauty hide their sublime mysteries till on the Tao's magic path the tireless vision speeds toward the Origin of beauty and order.

"In heaven there is laid up a pattern which he who chooses may behold, and beholding, set his own house in order. The time has now arrived at which they must raise the eye of the soul to the Universal Light which lightens all things. With the eye ever directed toward things fixed and immutable which neither injure nor are injured -- these they cannot help imitating. But I quite admit the difficulty of believing that in every man there is an eye of the soul which by the right direction is re-illumined, and is more precious far than ten thousand bodily eyes."
-- Plato.

As down the sides of Hermon, the unapproachable, trickle cooling dews to refresh the hot valleys, so falls a reviving miracle of newness upon the children of earth when they penetrate beyond the stars to Him who proclaimeth forever, "Behold, I make all things new."

As balm from the trees of old Gilead in far past days soothed the hurts of the Jews, so the Dayspring from on high doth visit them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide their feet into the way of peace. Nothing we can do, or say, or think can quench the downfalling reconciliation and empowerment, the preserving and healing, while to the High Edict responsive we lift up our eye to the hitherward smiling Countenance of the Lover ever with us, the Lord of Hosts His name.

He, abiding as the Great Different gives peace which