Now, _now_, the page is out-spread: to the simple, easy as a primer; to the wise, more puzzling than hieroglyphics.

The eternity to come, is but a prolongation of time present: and the beginning may be more wonderful than the end.
"'Then let us be wise.

But much of the knowledge we seek, already we have in our cores.

Yet so simple it is, we despise it; so bold, we fear it.
"'In solitude, let us exhume our ingots.

Let us hear our own thoughts.
The soul needs no mentor, but Oro; and Oro, without proxy.