The Moslem knows that knowing that his own is this minute looking toward him is a drawstring on its hurrying toward him. Knowing is a drawstring:

"Deep in the heart of thee,
Soundlessly low --
The Vach language wordless --
Thy Soul pointeth, Lot"

The gnomon in the heart is ever tending toward the upper Country.

"Homeward is the Tao's course."

By the law of Number Ten we learn to take back to ourself the lordship we gave to defeat, deafness, death. We take back to ourself the power we gave to people to hurt our feelings. We take back to ourself the power we gave to poverty, inconsequence, ignorance. We learn that the four and twenty elders of Paradise are gratified at our temerity, and shout, "We give thee thanks, Lord God Almighty . . . because thou hast taken to thee thy great power, and hast reigned."

By the law of Number Eleven we learn to use our hither drawn plenteousness of power to spring upward into our native and rightful New Wisdom, New Health, New Views of Life. The Egyptians saw in us, so re- empowered, a likeness to the Scarab drawing sustenance from the very dirt ball that humiliated it, and using that sustenance so drawn, to strenghten its down pressed wings to fly into free sunshine, free airs, free rains; free denizens of higher life. This is not only euphony, sweet wordings; it is humanly practical. Immediately people do stop hurting our feelings and sink into flatness when we take to ourself the power we gave them to hurt us. Immediately ignorance lets go and genius of a new order is ours