The things themselves misconceived, naturally no satisfaction can be got from meditation upon them, or from answers sought to the questions they suggest.  If it be objected that she had no better ground for believing than before, I answer that, if a man should be drawing life from the heart of God, it could matter little though he were unable to give a satisfactory account of the mode of its derivation.  That the man lives is enough.  That another denies the existence of any such life save in the man’s self-fooled imagination, is nothing to the man who lives it.  His business is not to raise the dead, but to live—­not to convince the blind that there is such a faculty as sight, but to make good use of his eyes.  He may not have an answer to any one objection raised by the adopted children of Science—­their adopted mother raises none—­to that which he believes; but there is no more need that should trouble him, than that a child should doubt his bliss at his mother’s breast, because he can not give the chemical composition of the milk he draws:  that in the thing which is the root of the bliss, is rather beyond chemistry.  Is a man not blessed in his honesty, being unable to reason of the first grounds of property?  If there be truth, that truth must be itself—­must exercise its own blessing nature upon the soul which receives it in loyal understanding—­that is, in obedience.  A man may accept no end of things as facts which are not facts, and his mistakes will not hurt him.  He may be unable to receive many facts as facts, and neither they nor his refusal of them will hurt him.  He may not a whit the less be living in and by the truth.  He may be quite unable to answer the doubts of another, but if, in the progress of his life, those doubts should present themselves to his own soul, then will he be able to meet them:  he is in the region where all true answers are gathered.  He may be unable to receive this or that embodiment or form of truth, not having yet grown to its level; but it is no matter so long as when he sees a truth he does it:  to see and not do would at once place him in eternal danger.  Hence a man of ordinary intellect and little imagination, may yet be so radiant in nobility as, to the true poet-heart, to be right worshipful.  There is in the man who does the truth the radiance of life essential, eternal—­a glory infinitely beyond any that can belong to the intellect, beyond any that can ever come within its scope to be judged, proven, or denied by it.  Through experiences doubtful even to the soul in which they pass, the life may yet be flowing in.  To know God is to be in the secret place of all knowledge; and to trust Him changes the atmosphere surrounding mystery and seeming contradiction, from one of pain and fear to one of hope:  the unknown may be some lovely truth in store for us, which yet we are not good enough to apprehend.  A man may dream all night that he is awake, and when he does wake, be none the less sure that he is awake