It may speak first to the intellect, to the moral nature, to the social conscience, even to the artistic faculty; or, directly, to the heart.

Anyhow, its abiding quality is a sense of contraction, of limitation; a feeling of something more that we could stretch out to, and achieve, and be.

Its impulsion is always in one direction; to a finding of some wider and more enduring reality, some objective for the self's life and love.

It is a seeking of the Eternal, in some form.

I allow that thanks to the fog in which we live muffled, such a first seeking, and above all such a finding of the Eternal is not for us a very easy thing.