them. They are. For her they move like figures in a sum. For me
every one of them is a window through which one may look to what
is beyond."

"To where?"

"To what they really are - not what they seem."

I looked at her with interest.

"Did you ever hear of the double vision?"

For this is a subject on which the spiritually learned men of
India, like the great mystics of all the faiths, have much to
say. I had listened with bewilderment and doubt to the
expositions of my Pandit on this very head. Her simple words
seemed for a moment the echo of his deep and searching thought.
Yet it surely could not be. Impossible.

"Never. What does it mean?" She raised clear unveiled eyes. "You
must forgive me for being so stupid, but it is my mother who is
at home with all these scientific phrases. I know none of them."

"It means that for some people the material universe - the things
we see with our eyes - is only a mirage, or say, a symbol, which
either hides or shadows forth the eternal truth. And in that
sense they see things as they really are, not as they seem to the
rest of us. And whether this is the statement of a truth or the
wildest of dreams, I cannot tell."