than wife or husband; children or parents; we are but admitting that
we realize in our interior nature that we have not yet loved any
_human being_ with as great a love as we are capable of.

If any one holds the mistaken idea--and it is one that is very
generally held--that the perfect sex union can be attained by no finer
phase of emotion than that expressed in procreation; and that in
order to develop the highest quality of sex-love, he must eschew all
other phases of manifestation, and concentrate the forces of his being
in the direction of sexual expression, he will meet with dire defeat.
The laws of the cosmos cannot be broken. We are constantly confronted
with the admonition, the child of Fear, to "be careful not to break
the laws of God." We need not worry at all about the laws of God,
whether we call these Cosmic Law, or Nature, or Divine Providence or
something else. Our concern is with ourselves. Neither need we worry
whether our neighbor obeys the moral code as we see it. So long as he
does not refuse to us our right to follow our own ideals, we may
permit him the same liberty.

God, as manifested in the cosmic law of transmutation, will take care
of Him-Her-Self. Morality can not be extinguished. Love cannot be
killed by men. We can only hurt ourselves in trying.

Love is neither fickle, capricious nor sly, notwithstanding tomes of
seeming evidence to the contrary. Love is the most perfect
mathematician in the universe. With whatsoever measure a man or a
woman metes out love, with that same measure it is returned. Neither
is Love blind. Love is depicted thus, because he is not concerned with
appearances, but with realities. He is not gazing without, but within.
He is doing his best, the poor little neglected Love-god, with the
material at hand since he must fulfill the law of his being. He seeks
to unite lovers in their interior nature, but as each of the would-be
happy pair is bent on gazing without, instead of within, he is
handicapped. And when unhappiness follows, they blame the blindness of
Love, instead of realizing that He is depicted with a bandage over His
eyes, to indicate that Love is an interior quality. So too, the
Egyptian God Horus, the God of Love, was depicted with his finger on
his lips, to typify the truth that true love is not noisy, blustering,
jealous, burning, ranting, protesting. He is silent; soft; melting;
blissful; magnetic; _uniting_.

Our noisy civilization, seeking happines