Thus I flow—­the mortal must use the language of mortals—­thus I flow in upon that Will; and the voice of conscience in my inmost being, which, in every situation of my life, instructs me what I have to do in that situation, is that by means of which it, in turn, flows in upon me.  That voice is the oracle from the eternal world, made sensible by my environment, and translated, by my reception of it, into my language; which announces to me how I must fit myself to my part in the order of the spiritual world, or to the infinite Will, which itself is the order of that spiritual world.  I cannot oversee or see through this spiritual order; nor need I. I am only a link in its chain, and can no more judge of the whole than a single tone in a song can judge of the harmony of the whole.  But what I myself should be, in the harmony of Spirits, I must know; for only I myself can make myself that, and it is immediately revealed to me by a voice which sounds over to me from that world.  Thus I stand in connection with the only being that exists, and partake of its being.  There is nothing truly real, permanent, imperishable in me, but these two—­the voice of my conscience and my free obedience.  By means of the first, the spiritual world bows down to me and embraces me, as one of its members.  By means of the second, I raise myself into this world, lay hold of it, and work in it.  But that infinite Will is the mediator between it and me; for, of it and me, that Will is the primal fountain.  This is the only true and imperishable reality, toward which my soul moves from its inmost depth.  All else is only phenomenon, and vanishes and returns again, with new seeming.

This Will connects me with itself.  The same connects me with all finite beings of my species, and is the universal mediator between us all.  That is the great mystery of the invisible world, and its fundamental law, so far as it is a world or system of several individual wills:  Union and direct reciprocal action of several self-subsisting and independent wills among one another—­a mystery which, even in the present life, lies clear before all eyes, without any one’s noticing it or thinking it worthy his admiration!  The voice of Conscience, which enjoins upon each one his proper duty, is the ray by which we proceed from the Infinite and are set forth as individual particular beings.  It defines the boundaries of our personality; it is, therefore, our true original constituent, the foundation and the stuff of all the life which we live.

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That eternal Will, then, is indeed world-creator, as he alone can be—­in the finite reason (the only creation which is needed).  They who suppose him to build a world out of eternal inert matter, which world, in that case, could be nothing else but inert and lifeless, like implements fashioned by human hands and not an eternal process of self-development, or who think they can imagine the going forth of a