In its humility and joyous love, its adoration and its industry, it may find self-expression in any one of the countless activities of the world of time.

It is both romantic and austere, both adventurous and holy.

Full of fluctuation and unearthly colour, it yet has its dark patches as well as its light.

Since perfect proof of the supersensual is beyond the span of human consciousness, the element of risk can never be eliminated: we are obliged in the end to trust the universe and live by faith.

Therefore the awakened soul must often suffer perplexity, share to the utmost the stress and anguish of the physical order; and, chained as it is to a consciousness accustomed to respond to that order, must still be content with flashes of understanding and willing to bear long periods of destitution when the light is veiled.
The further it advances the more bitter will these periods of destitution seem to it.