"Yes, yes! You talk of reunion in a transfigured shape. What
would that be to me? I knew him in his old brown surtout, and so
I would see him again. Thus he sat at table, the salt cellar and
pepper caster on either hand. And if the pepper was on the right
and the salt on the left hand he shifted them over. I knew him
in a brown surtout, and so I would see him again."

Thus he spoke of his dead father. Thus many of us think and
speak of those that are gone. How foolish to hope for the
preservation of what is imperfect!

How important to have FAITH, and to feel that reality will
surpass anticipation, and that whatever IS will be the best thing
for us and satisfy us utterly.



THREE WATER DROPS CONVERSE

Three drops of water, stranded in a crevice on the side of an
inland mountain, talked in this way:

First Drop--"They say there is an ocean whence we came and to
which we shall return."

Second Drop--"They say we three drops are made in the image of
that ocean; that as far as we go, which is not far, we are
miniature oceans."