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would have done under similar circumstances. We can construct, little by little, upon this model, an ideal<br />

which will be reflected in all our actions. The most humble man can make himself a sublime character in this<br />

way. The work is slow and difficult, but centuries are given us for it. We must often concentrate our thoughts,<br />

and bring them back to the ideal. We must meditate upon it each day at a chosen hour, preferably the morning,<br />

when all is peaceful about us. 'The hour divine,' when nature, rested and refreshed, awakens in the rays of the<br />

dawn. In those matinal hours the soul, by prayer and meditation, lifts itself more easily to the great heights<br />

from which we can see and comprehend that all life is united to something grand and eternal, and that we<br />

inhabit a world where invisible powers live and work with us. In the simplest life, in the most modest task, in<br />

the most effaced existence, there is always a profound side - and ideal storeroom containing sources of<br />

possible beauty. Each soul can, by its thoughts, create a spiritual atmosphere as beautiful, as resplendent as<br />

that of any enchanted realm; and in the meanest dwelling, the most miserable lodging, there are windows<br />

opening towards God and infinity.<br />

***<br />

In our social relations we must constantly recall this: all men are travelers on the march, occupying<br />

diverse places on the ladder of evolution, which we are all climbing. Therefore we must demand and expect<br />

nothing which does not pertain to their degree of advancement. To each fellow traveler we owe tolerance,<br />

good will and even pardon, for those who seek to injure or wound us are merely delayed souls, insufficiently<br />

developed. God asks of no man aught that he has not acquired by slow, painful labor. We have not the right to<br />

ask more. Have we not been like these unawakened souls in former lives? If each one of us could read in his<br />

past what he had been, and what he had done, we would be more indulgent toward the faults of humanity. Let<br />

us be severe for ourselves and tolerant toward others - instruct, enlighten, and guide them gently. That is what<br />

the law of solidarity commands.<br />

So we must bear all things with patience and serenity: whatever are the acts of other toward us, we<br />

must hold no animosity, no resentment, but use the painful experience for our moral education. No misfortune<br />

could come to us if by our anterior lives we had not paved the way to adversity. This is what we must often say<br />

to ourselves, and in this way we arrive at the acceptance of all trials without bitterness, considering them a<br />

reparation for the past. They prove a means of self-possession, and produce that absolute confidence in the<br />

future which gives force, quietude, and inner satisfaction, enabling us to keep serene in the midst of the hardest<br />

vicissitudes.<br />

When age comes, illusions and vain hopes fall like dead leaves; but the eternal truths shine with<br />

greater brilliancy, like stars in winter skies over the leafless trees in our gardens.<br />

It matters little then if it has enriched our souls with one virtue, and with a little moral beauty. The<br />

lives of obscurity and torment are sometimes the most fertile; while those which are brilliant with successes<br />

chain us to formidable responsibilities. Happiness is not in exterior things, but in ourselves. The wise man<br />

creates in himself an assured refuge, a sacred place, a profound retreat, where the discords of the outer world<br />

cannot enter. Each soul carries in itself its lights or its shadows, its Paradise or its Hell, but let us remember<br />

that nothing is irreparable: the situation of the most inferior spirit is but one point, almost imperceptible, in the<br />

immensity of his destiny.<br />

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