ual man, and not in
any set forms or rites. Bearing upon this we find Emerson saying:

"Not thanks, not prayer, seem quite the highest or truest name for our
communion with the infinite--but glad and conspiring reception--reception
that becomes giving in its turn as the receiver is only the All-Giver in
part and in infancy. I cannot--nor can any man--speak precisely of things
so sublime, but it seems to me the wit of man, his strength, his grace, and
his tendency, his art, is the grace and the presence of God. It is beyond
explanation. When all is said and done, _the rapt saint is found the only
logician._ Not exhortation nor argument becomes our lips, but paeans of joy
and praise. But not of adulation; we are too nearly related in the deep of
the mind to that we honor. It is God in us that checks the language of
petition by a grander thought. In the bottom of the heart it is said, 'I am
and by me, O child, this fair body and world of thine stands and grows; I
am, all things are mine; and all mine are thine.'"

We could quote passages from the essays ad infinitum, showing conclusively
that the cosmic conscious plane had been attained and retained by this
great philosopher--one of the first of the early part of the century, which
has been prophesied as the beginning of the first faint lights of the Dawn,
but enough has been offered for our present purpose, that of establishing
the salient points of the cosmic conscious man or woman, which points are
the complete assurance of the eternal verity and indestructibility of the
soul; of its ultimate and inevitable victory over _maya_ or the "wheel of
causation"; and the joyousness and the sense of at-one-ness with the
universe, which comes to the illumined one, bespeaking an unquenchable
optimism and an utter destruction of the sense of sin--points which
characterize all who have attained to this supra-conscious state of
Being.

These points are all expressed repeatedly in all Emerson's utterances and
mark him as one of the most illumined philosophers, as he was one of the
greatest intellects of the last century, or of any other century.

LEO TOLSTOI: RUSSIAN PHILOSOPHER

A strange, lonely and wonderful figure was Tolstoi, novelist, philosopher,
socialist, artist and reformer.

Great souls are always lonely souls, estimated by sense-conscious humans.
In the midst of the so-called pleasures and luxuries of the senses, a wise
soul appears as barren of comfort as is a dese