15.
But, did our Heavenly Parents not progress,
There would be no progression for us here;
All stagnant would become, and motionless,
With utter silence and obliviousness
As infinite as Being's boundless sphere;
Progress for one involves progress for all,
As long as Love its mate delights to cheer;
As long as Love responds to Love's sweet call,
No cataclysmal force can Being's tide forestall.