an unfolding faculty, in the soul, which, seeing such a symbol, could unravel from it, by meditation, the whole achievement of the race; its whole history, down to details; yes, even down to the lives of every soul that incarnated in it:  their personal lives, with all successes, failures, attempts, everything.  Because, for example, the light which comes down to us as that of ancient Greece is the resultant, the remainder of all the forces in all the lives of all individual Greeks, as these were played on by the conditions of place and time.  Time:—­at such and such a period, the Mood of the Oversoul is such and such.  Place:—­the temporal mood of the Oversoul, playing through that particular facet of the dodecahedron, which is Greece.  The combinations and interplay of these two, plus the energies for good or evil of the souls there incarnate, give as their resultant the whole life of the race.  There is perhaps a high Algebra of the Soul by which, if we understood its laws, we could revive the history of any past epoch, discover its thought and modes of living, as we discover the value of the unknown factor in an equation.  Pythagoras must have his pupils understand music and geometry; and by music he intended, all the arts, every department of life that came under the sway of the Nine Muses.  Why?—­Because, as he taught, God is Poet and Geometer.  Chaos is only on the outer rim of existence; as you get nearer the heart of thing, order and rhythm, geometry and poetry, are more and more found.  Chaos is only in our own chaotic minds and perceptions:  train these aright, and you shall hear the music of the spheres, perceive the reign of everlasting Law.  These impulses from the Oversoul, that create the great epochs, raising one race after another, have perfect rhythm and rhyme.  God sits harping in the Cycle of Infinity, and human history is the far faint echo of the tune he plays.  Why can we not listen, till we hear and apprehend the tune?  Or History is the sound heard from far, of the marching hosts of angels and archangels; the cyclic tread of their battalions; the thrill and rumble and splendor of their drums and fifes:—­why should we not listen till the whole order of their cohorts and squadrons is revealed?—­I mean to suggest that there are laws, undiscovered, but discoverable—­discoverable from the fragments of history we possess—­by knowing which we might gain knowledge, even without further material discoveries, of the lost history of man.  Without moving from Point Loma, or digging up anything more important that hard-pan, we may yet make the most important finds, and throw floods of light on the whole dark problem of the past.  H.P.  Blavatsky gave us the clews; we owe it to her to use them.