left you see a small boat filled with human beings that seem
scarcely as big as your finger. Your ship could plough through
miles of such small boats-- but out there in the ocean, just as
well as inside the biggest court-house, LAW rules, and the big
ship must turn out for the small fishing boat.

You realize the power and beauty of law, as our governor and
sustainer. You see that laws of little men reach out two
thousand miles into the sea. You think of the laws of the
universe that stretch across the immeasurable distances of time
and space, protecting ALL, and insuring ultimate fulfilment
of the destinies of all the worlds.

As those fishermen of the Azores work safely, under full
protection, in their little lost corner of the great ocean, so
we, in our little world, our little insignificant corner of
space, work out our tiny problems safely under the splendid
protection of Divine Law and wisdom sent to us from some far- off
point of which we know nothing.

The light of the rising sun brings out from shore many other
small boats, each with its load of men who wave their arms to the
steamship and cheer against the sound of the waves and wind. To
them that ship is like the fast express that passes the country
railroad station, or the comet that whirls round our sun and off
again.

Those fishermen feel that THEY are the REAL world; the steamship
and outside creation are only half imagined, interesting
phenomena. You look down from the deck and the fishermen seem