DE LEGE LIBELLVM
phant through the Avenue of the Ages. Then, when each
birth and death of yours are recognized in this perception as
mere milestones on your ever-living Road, what of the fool-
ish incidents of your mean lives? Are they not grains of
sand blown by the desert wind, or pebbles that you spurn
with your winged feet, or grassy hollows where you press
the yielding and elastic turf and moss with lyrical dances?
To him who lives in Life naught matters: his is eternal mo-
tion, energy, delight of never-failing Change: unwearied,
you pass on from zon to zon, from star to star, the Universe
your playground, its infinite variety of sport ever old and
ever new. All those ideas which bred sorrow and fear are
known in their truth, and thus become the seed of joy: for
you are certain beyond all proof that you can never die; that,
though you change, change is part of your own nature: the
Great Enemy is become the Great Ally.
And now, rooted in this perfection, your Self become the
very Tree of Life, you have a fulcrum for your lever: you
are ready to understand that this pulsation of Unity is itself
Duality, and therefore, in the highest and most sacred sense,
still Sorrow and Illusion; which having comprehended,
aspire yet again, even unto the Fourth of the Gifts of the
Law, unto the End of the Path, even unto Light.
IV
OF LIGHT
I pray you, be patient with me in that which I shall write
concerning Light: for here is a difficulty, ever increasing, in
the use of words. Moreover, I am myself carried away con-
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