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in its small way as it reaches out with its tentacles and touches the things of its narrow world is realizing just as truly as are we who are reaching inward after that which is unseen, but none the less real. And as the anemone is unconscious of the music of the piano and the merry voices of the children, so are we in the presence of wondrous and beautiful things which we know not. If our senses were fine enough, we might see and know much that is now virtually non-existent to us, for like the anemone that grasps the meat and the shrimp, the while unconscious of the music or the children's voices, so do we touch but little of the world about us.

As the world of the anemone widens, so does ours. In both it is a growth in realization. It is touching more of the outer and inner world.

The anemone does not think as we think, and yet it distinguishes between the objects in its world of consciousness. It knows that the shell is not the meat and that the meat is not the shrimp, although it can not spell the names we have given to each. How does it know? It realizes the thing itself and not its name as so many of us are in the habit of doing. To realize is to make real, and whether we seek the inner life or the outer, we should make our world more real through feeling, through coming in actual touch with it.