cannot. The impossibilities are heaped until man must--of his
limitations--cry that it is impossible. But in my belief God is above
the possibilities--not to be judged by them, not to be reduced to
them. I suppose such a belief is Faith--implicit Faith--the Faith that
we are told makes all things possible. Well, fancy, for the sake of
having a 'religion' that comes into line with 'reason,' abandoning the
sense of comfort that comes after prayer! Fancy receiving a 'reasoned'
belief and paying for it the solace of entreating help in the smallest
trouble and in the largest!

"Do you know, my dear dear, that I pray for you every night?--for your
health, your happiness, and your success?

"Now you know a little more of me. Is there more to learn, I wonder?
Not if I can make it clear.

"The candle is in a most melancholy condition: in the last stage of
collapse. I have prodded it out from its socket with my knife and set
it flabbily on a penny--so it must work to its very last drop of
life. That will not be long delayed. I shall suddenly be plunged into
darkness and must undress in the dark. I shall be smiling all the time
I am undressing, my thoughts with you.

"At eleven--ten minutes' time--I am to be leaning from the window
gazing at Orion as you too--so we agreed--will be gazing. Each will
know the other has his thoughts, and we will say 'good-night.' How
utterly foolish! How contemptibly absurd, common!--and how mystically
delightful! You and I with Orion for the apex of eye's sight and our
thoughts flying from heart to heart the base!