But when the real eyes open, the inner eyes that see the unseen, the change of perspective is first ludicrous, then terrific, then pathetic.  Ludicrous, because of the change of proportions; terrific, because of the issues at stake; pathetic, because of strong men that see not, and push on spending splendid strength whittling sticks.  The outer side is narrow in its limits.  It has to do with food and clothing, bricks and lumber, time and the passing hour, the culture of the mind, the joys of social contact, the smoothing of the way for the suffering.  And it needs not to be said, that these are right; they belong in the picture; they are its physical background.

The inner side includes all of these, and stretches infinitely beyond.  Its limits are broad; broad as the home of man; with its enswathing atmosphere added.  It touches the inner spirit.  It moves in upon the motives, the loves, the heart.  It moves out upon the myriad spirit-beings and forces that swarm ceaselessly about the earth staining and sliming men’s souls and lives.  It moves up to the arm of God in cooperation with His great love-plan for a world.

Shall we follow for a day one who has gotten the true perspective?  Here is the outer side:  a humble home, a narrow circle, tending the baby, patching, sewing, cooking, calling; or, measuring dry goods, chopping a typewriter, checking up a ledger, feeding the swift machinery, endless stitching, gripping a locomotive lever, pushing the plow, tending the stock, doing the chores, tiresome examination papers; and all the rest of the endless, endless, doing, day by day, of the commonplace treadmill things, that must be done, that fill out the day of the great majority of human lives.  This one whom we are following unseen is doing quietly, cheerily his daily round, with a bit of sunshine in his face, a light in his eye, and lightness in his step, and the commonplace place becomes uncommon by reason of the presence of this man with the uncommon spirit.  He is working for God.  No, better, he is working with God.  He has an unseen Friend at his side.  That changes all.  The common drudgery ceases to be common, and ceases to be drudgery because it is done for such an uncommon Master.  That is the outer, the narrow side of this life:  not narrow in itself but in its proportion to the whole.

Now, hold your breath, and look, for here is the inner side where the larger work of life is being done.  Here is the quiet bit of time alone with God, with the Book.  The door is shut, as the Master said.  Now it is the morning hour with a bit of made light, for the sun is busy yet farther east.  Now it is the evening hour, with the sun speeding towards western service, and the bed invitingly near.  There is a looking up into God’s face; then keen but reverent reading, and then a simple intelligent pleading with its many variations of this—­“Thy will be done, in the Victor’s name.”  God Himself is here, in this inner room.  The angels are here.  This room opens out into and is in direct touch with a spirit space as wide as the earth.  The horizon of this room is as broad as the globe.  God’s presence with this man makes it so.