that I know absolutely that
God is my Father. To live "as seeing Him who is invisible" is my one
ideal which embraces all the lesser ideals of my life.

It has been my lot in life to have to stand by many death-beds, and to
be called in to dying men and women almost as a routine in my
profession. Yet I am increasingly convinced that their spirits never
die at all. I am sure that there is no real death. Death is no
argument against, but rather for, life. Eternal life is the complement
of all my unsatisfied ideals; and experience teaches me that the
belief in it is a greater incentive to be useful and good than any
other I know.

I have read "Raymond" with great interest. I am neither capable nor
willing to criticize those who, with the deductive ability of such
men as Sir Oliver Lodge, are brave enough and unselfish enough to
devote their talents to pioneering in a field that certainly needs and
merits more scientific investigation, seeing that it has possibilities
of such great moment to mankind.

The experiences on which rest one's own convictions of continuing life
are of an entirely different nature. Even though the first and
personal reason may seem foolish, it is because I desire it so much.
This is a natural passion, common to all human beings. Experience
convinces me that such longings are purposeful and do not go
unsatisfied.

No, we do not know everything yet; and perhaps the critic is a
shallower fool than he judges to be the patient delvers into the
unknown beyond. The evidence on which our deductions have been based
through the ages may suddenly be proven fallible after all. It may be
that there is no such thing as matter. Chemists and physicists now
admit that is possible. The spiritual may be far more real than the
material, in spite of the cocksure conceit of the current science of
1918. Immortality may be the complement of mortality, as water becomes
steam, and steam becomes power, and power becomes heat, and heat
becomes light. The conclusion that life beyond is the conservation of
energy of life here may be as scientific as that great natural law for
material things. I see knowledge become service, service become joy. I
see fear prohibit glands from secreting, hope bring back colour to the
face and tone to the blood. I see something not material make Jekyl
into Hyde; and thank God, make Hyde over into Jekyl again, when birch
rods and iron bars have no effect whatever. I have seen love do
physica