You know what happened. The cloud formed into rain and our three drops were washed into a tiny trickling stream. The thin stream of rain ran into a brook, the brook into a river. Soon the three drops were back in the ocean—possibly without knowing it.
Shall we some day go rolling back to the ocean of cosmic wisdom whence we came?
Is it possible that man is indeed made in the image of God, as drops are made in the ocean's image—the individual men, like the individual drops, being sent forth to do necessary cosmic work through the universe, going back to the ocean after each errand is done, and so going back and forth, forever and ever?
That would not be such a mean destiny, we should say. It would certainly be a very democratic form of cosmic government. ——
Inferior men, inferior women, unworthy of comparison with perfect, cosmic wisdom?
Not at all. Not inferior men and women, but inferior mediums, inferior brains, bodies and planets through which to work.
Is one drop of water inferior to another? Is any inferior to the purest drop in the ocean?
No. But one drop runs through the gutter of a stable, another rolls from a mountain spring, a third carries in solution the germ of typhus. But all three came pure from the ocean and all will go back to the ocean pure.
DID WE ONCE LIVE ON THE MOON? AND SHALL WE MOVE ON TO THE SUN SOME FINE DAY?
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