blank sheet, and then you read it and say, "Yes--your hand! that is
surely so; I knew it all along!"

And so then if I tell you a thing you already know, I confer on you the
great blessing of introducing you to yourself and of giving you the
consciousness that you know.

And to know you know is power. And to feel the sense of power is to feel
a sense of oneness with the Source of Power.

Let's see--what was it, then, that we were talking about? Oh, yes!
collectors and collecting.

Men collect things because these things stir imagination and link them
with the people who once possessed and used these things. Thus, through
imagination, is the dead past made again to live and throb and pulse with
life. Man is not the lonely creature that those folks with bad digestions
sometimes try to have us believe.

We are brothers not only to all who live, but to all who have gone
before.

And so we collect the trifles that once were valuables for other men, and
by the possession of these trifles are we bounden to them. These things
stimulate imagination, stir the sympathies, and help us forget the
cramping bounds of time and space that so often hedge us close around.

The people near us may be sordid, stupid, mean; or more likely they are
weary and worn with the battle for mere food, shelter and raiment; or
they are depressed by that undefined brooding fear which civilization