January 6, 1914
Thou art the one and only goal of my life and the centre of my aspiration, the pivot of my thought, the key of the synthesis of my being. And as Thou art beyond all sensation, all feeling and all thought, Thou art the living but ineffable experience, the Reality lived in the depths of the being but untranslatable in our poor words; and it is because human intelligence is powerless to reduce Thee to a formula that some, a little disdainfully, label “sentiment” the knowledge that it is possible to have of Thee, but it is surely as far from sentiment as it is from thought. So long as one has not attained this supreme Knowledge, one has no solid basis or lasting centre for one’s mental and emotional synthesis, and all other intellectual constructions can only be arbitrary, artificial and vain.
Thou art eternal silence and perfect peace in what we are able to perceive of Thee.
Thou art all the perfection we must acquire, all the marvels to be realised, all the splendour to be manifested.
And all our words are but children’s babblings when we venture to speak of Thee.
In silence is the greatest reverence.
Prayers and Meditations
