Has any other brother here a word to say?  Now you, Brother Caleb?  I am sure there is a thought in your heart that we would all like to hear.  Brother Saddoc, I call upon thee!  Brother Saddoc seemed to have no wish to speak, but Mathias continued to press him, saying.  Brother Saddoc, for what else hast thou been seeking in thy scroll but for a text whereon to base an argument?  And seeing that it was impossible for him to escape from the fray of argument, Brother Saddoc answered that he took his stand upon Deuteronomy.  Do we not read that the Lord thy God that goeth before thee shall fight for thee, and in the desert thou hast seen that he bore thee, as a man bears his sons, all the way that ye went till ye came unto this place.  But Saddoc, Eleazar interrupted, has forgotten that one of the leading thoughts in this discourse is that the words in Deuteronomy were written for starving tribes that came out of Arabia rather than for us to whom God has given the land of Canaan.  We were then among the rudiments of the world and man was but a child, incapable, as Mathias has said, of the knowledge of God as an absolute being.  But then, answered Saddoc, the Scriptures were not written for all time.  Was anything, Mathias murmured, written for all time?  Paul was about to ask himself if Mathias numbered God among the many things that time wastes away when his thought was interrupted by Manahem asking how we are to understand the words, the heavens were created before the earth.  Do the Scriptures mean that intelligence is prior to sense?  Mathias’ face lighted up, and, foreseeing his opportunity to make show of his Greek proficiency he began:  heaven is our intelligence and the earth our sensibility.  The spirit descended into matter, and God created man according to his image, as Moses said and said well, for no creature is more like to God than man:  not in bodily form (God is without body), but in his intelligence; for the intelligence of every man is in a little the intelligence of the universe, and it may be said that the intelligence lives in the flesh that bears it as God himself lives in the universe, being in some sort a God of the body, which carries it about like an image in a shrine.  Thus the intelligence occupies the same place in man as the great President occupies in the universe—­being itself invisible while it sees everything, and having its own essence hidden while it penetrates the essences of all other things.  Also, by its arts and sciences, it finds its way through the earth and through the seas, and searches out everything that is contained in them.  And then again it rises on wings and, looking down upon the air and all its commotions, it is borne upwards to the sky and the revolving heavens and accompanies the choral dances of the planets and stars fixed according to the laws of music.  And led by love, the guide of wisdom, it proceeds still onward till it transcends all that is capable of being apprehended by the senses, and rises to that which