detached from the sides of our environment and friends. We are buffeted and soundly thumped, and we find ourselves set down in new conditions to begin all over again. Good old Mother Nature has set us to rise again.

If we are really wise and willing we go at the task with a will and quickly rise. Having risen once we ought to know we can do it again, and do it more quickly than before. You know that is the way with our dough-every time we knead it down it comes up more easily.

Unless we are careless and put it in a cold place, it is a cold day when the bread won’t rise. But it would be a cold day, indeed, when a human being couldn’t rise. No matter how much he has been detached from, nor how much he has been worked down, he can rise if he will.

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 That is the only difference between the loaf of bread and the man. The loaf of bread has to be raised in spite of itself—it has to be kept at just the right temperature from the outside. But a man has in himself the power to make his own temperature. He can work himself up to the rising point.

He can shut the door of his heart against the immanent Love and Will of the universe—shut in and stay down in the dark. He can open the door of his heart to Love, the “enzyme” of all life, which creates its own warmth.

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The only reason a man does not open his heart to Love and Will, and begin straightway to rise again, is because he does not yet understand that the buffetings of “fate” are no more “against” him than are the kneadings of the housewife against the success of her bread.

Life must be a series of beginnings and workings-up. Eternal life must be an eternal series of workings-down and risings­up. A single day’s life must be a series of “fermentations.”

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Notice a child. See how readily he enters into every change. He is worked down and even sat on, many times a day, and yet

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