you strip from all things human the properties that time and space and form have given them, and consider them mathematically in the abstract.

Here the Wilfred within ourselves comforts us. Does it not wound us when a discovered truth which affords, perhaps, intellectual delight is applied to our cherished wishes, possessions and intent? Application brings the discovery home to ourselves with a crushing force that makes us seek to get away from it, truth for its own sake, whatever may result, not being yet our dominating desire. To strip from all things human the properties that our puny loves and weaknesses have given them is something so appalling to us! We cannot bear their nakedness without the help of that "awful faculty of comprehension"; and we prefer to feel, rather than to comprehend, even though our feeling make a fool's paradise which must inevitably some time end.

The road to divinity is strewn with the wreckage of false sentiment and temporal blindness; and it is trodden successfully only by the feet of him who masters as he goes. Self-mastery is the price to be paid at every step of the way that leads to God. "Thou shalt have no other gods before me."

Wilfred's only demand -- one impossible to be met -- is, "Love me as I love you." Is not this the common demand made in the name of love? "Love me as I love you!" Does not the one who loves feel defrauded if his love is not returned in kind? Will he not resent