“'Nevertheless he must have at least one more. He must not continue unconscious even of what is taking place around him—the acts of which he himself is a part.'
“And so they sent a spirit whose eyes were large and somber, and mankind received her with open arms, not knowing that her name was Realization. Endowed with this immortal gift, they no longer groveled, for they knew what was passing around them—knew what part they were playing in the great drama, Life. And when she turned her happy face toward them they waxed merry, but when they saw her sterner visage they wept.
“Still they lacked painfully, living as they did wholly in the present, sending never a backward glance along the echoing corridors of the past—never a swift shaft of sight along the dim shadowy vistas of the future. And the gods noted this lack.
“'It must be remedied,' said one.
“'Nay! nay!' pleaded another. 'Let them be as they are. They are spared so much of grief.'
“'They are also denied so much of joy,' said the first with gentle firmness. 'They must receive their gift and must pay its price.'
“'Ah the price! So heavy!' still pleaded the other.
“'The end is worth the pain,' was the reply.
“And so another spirit was sent to earth, and she too had a double aspect. One face was lighted by a happy, dreamy smile; the other was lined with sharpest pain, for her name was Memory.
“'One more gift and the trio is complete,' the gods decreed.