Kate looked at her companion with brave, open eyes, and she longed to impart her own earnestness to him. Every good woman is a natural moral reformer.
“Why,” said Kate, “do men leave women lonely on spiritual heights? The men, too, are gods if they did but know it. Shall women have all the riches and delights of inward content? To live in harmony with our source means perfect health, and the attainment of our heart’s desire, for then there can be no friction, no uncontrollable conditions. Why should not men without scepticism or half-heartedness accept and know the truth?”
“But you see, Miss Darcy, men would become dreamers, not workers. I fear we must leave the angel-side of existence to you, only stipulating that you do not fly away from us entirely.”
“That is the trouble with a man,” said Kate, “he calls the strongest force in the world a dream. As for the women flying away—don’t think it. They love to stay where they can keep the men in sight.”
She laughed. Laughter and tears were always close by with Kate.
“I believe,” she continued, “most men think that thoughts of this sort are to be saved for the occupying of eternal years. Whereas Eternity always was, and now is. We are living in the Eternal Now.”
“You think that men and women could be companions in this thought?” queried the doctor.
“I do. To be companions in the married or unmarried state, is just the rarest happiness in the world, but we are demanding it. It is the desire of the heart, and we will have it. Man stands for Love. Woman for Intelligence, Intuition. The Woman, no matter how intellectual, is ever craving for Love, ever seeking it. When Love on the one hand, and Intelligence and Intuition on the other, meet in this belief in the one Force, and recognise in each other the desire of their hearts and cry out, ‘I have found you,’ the two become one—Spirit.”
“Why do you say ‘Man is Love?’ I have always thought he represented Intelligence.”
“Is not Cupid a boy?” replied Kate saucily.