“I learn from our amazing friend,” said Dr. Thorp, pointing a finger at the tray, “that one of the most powerful deities of the astral world is in that teapot.”
“He seems,” said Brandon, “to have taken all imagination for his province.”
“He lives upon the theory, nothing is but thinking makes it so. He says if one can only grasp it truly, it covers all the phenomena in the universe.”
“In other words,” said Brandon with a smile, “you are not ashamed to sit at the feet of the prophet who has come into your midst.”
“I confess it. I confess it frankly and fully.” And the doctor laughed.
Brandon felt a thrill of delight. He was like a chemist who learns from a flame in his test tube that he has not deceived himself, and that his great discovery has received the sanction of science.
“Yes, his theories are wonderful,” said the doctor, perhaps in answer to the eager look on Brandon’s face. “Moreover, he has an extraordinary faculty of putting them into practice. Many little changes in the life here are due to him. They all make for greater harmony. Somehow, he oils the wheels of our intercourse. And there is one innovation you shall see for yourself if you care to do so.”
“There is nothing I should like so much.”
“It is one of his devices for keeping our best people amused and interested. He says ideas are the life of the soul, and that creative imagination is its highest function. And he has formed a sort of debating society, which meets every afternoon to discuss the problems of the present and the future.”
“Are your patients able to discuss them reasonably?”