“When I learned to love, I felt like a god—­just as when the sun learned to warm, he knew that he was a sun.  I became like a sun over a little world, and people who did not understand basked in my light and heat.

“But one day love was lost in a cloud, as the sun is lost in a mist which it itself has raised from the earth, and I thought:  ’What a fool am I, content to dwell among such people, and be as a king over them.  All that divides me from them is that I know that I know not, and they do not even know that.  For they rank their earth knowledge as something more worthy than all their ignorance.  I will go forth into the world, and seek for those who are like myself, irreconcilable in front of the inexplicable.’

“I sought them in towns and found them not, for the people, like foolish virgins forgetful of the bridegroom, slumbered and slept.  I sought them upon deserts and mountains, and upon the wild plains, but there man was of the earth and beautiful, though not aware of his kingdom beyond the earth.  But in the country places I met wise old men who kept candles burning before my shrine, and in the houses of the poor I met the body-wearied, world-defeated, and they, having lost all, found the one hope that I cherished.  And in the pages of books, by converse with the dead, I found the great spiritual brotherhood.

“We are many upon the world—­we irreconcilables.  We cry inconsolably like lost children, ’Oh, ye Gods, have ye forgotten us?  Oh, ye Gods, or servants of gods, who abandoned us here, remember us!’

“For perhaps we are kidnapped persons.  Perhaps thrones lie vacant on some stars because we are hidden away here upon the earth.  I for one have a royal seal on my bosom, a mysterious mark, the sign of a royal house.  Ah, my brothers, we are all scions of that house.

“One day I met a man who voluntarily sought death in order to penetrate the mystery of the beyond.  But no sign showed itself forth to us, and we know not whether by his desperate deed he won what we have lost, or whether, perchance, he lost all that we can ever win.

“The burden of my ignorance is hard to bear,” he cried.  The burden of our ignorance is hard to bear.  Thus we cry, but there comes no answer, and the eternal silence which enfolds the earth is unbroken.  Yet the stars still shine, promising but not fulfilling.

We have become star-gazers, we irreconcilables; expecters of signs and wonders.  We live upon every ridge of the world, and have made of every mountain a watch-tower; and from the towers we strain our eyes to see past the stars.

For the stars are perchance but the flowers in a garden, or the lights upon the walls of a garden, and beyond them is the palace of our fathers.

“And since the early days till now,” said my companion, “I have wandered about the world, sometimes sojourning a while in a town, but seldom for long.  For the town is not a good place.”