the great earth feels that power in gravitation, tides,
rains, winds, and all possible life—every
part is full of power. Fill the earth’s
orbit with a circle of such receptive worlds—seventy
thousand instead of one—everyone would be
as fully supplied with power from this central source.
More. Fill the whole dome, the entire extent
of the surrounding sphere, bottom, sides, top, a sphere
one hundred and eighty-five million miles in diameter,
and everyone of these uncountable worlds would be touched
with the same power as one; each would thrill with
life. This is only the D of the alphabet of power.
And glancing up to the other suns, one hundred, five
hundred, twelve hundred times as large, double, triple,
septuple, multiple suns, we shall find power enough
to go through the whole alphabet in geometrical ratio;
and then in the clustered suns, galaxies, and nebulae,
power enough still unrepresented by single letters
to require all combinations of the alphabet of power.
What is the significance of this single element of
power? The answer of science to-day is “correlation,”
the constant evolution of one force from another.
Heat is a mode of motion, motion a result of heat.
So far so good. But are we mere reasoners in
a circle? Then we would be lost men, treading
our round of death in a limitless forest. What
is the ultimate? Reason [Page 252] out in a straight
line. No definition of matter allows it to originate
force; only mind can do that. Hence the ultimate
force is always mind. Carry your correlation
as far as you please—through planets, suns,
nebulae, concretionary vortices, and revolving fire-mist—there
must always be mind and will beyond. Some of that
willpower that works without exhaustion must take its
own force and render it static, apparent. It
may do this in such correlated relation that that
force shall go on year after year to a thousand changing
forms; but that force must originate in mind.
Go out in the falling rain, stand under the thunderous
Niagara, feel the immeasurable rush of life, see the
hanging worlds, and trace all this—the
carried rain, the terrific thunder with God’s
bow of peace upon it, and the unfailing planets hung
upon nothing—trace all this to the orb
of day blazing in perpetual strength, but stop not
there. Who made the sun? Contrivance
fills all thought. Who made the sun? Nature
says there is a mind, and that mind is Almighty.
Then you have read the first syllables, viz.,
being and power.
What is the continuous relation of the universe to
the mind from which it derived its power? Some
say that it is the relation of a wound-up watch to
the winder. It was dowered with sufficient power
to revolve its ceaseless changes, and its maker is
henceforth an absentee God. Is it? Let us
have courage to see. For twenty years one devotes
ten seconds every night to putting a little force
into a watch. It is so arranged that it distributes
that force over twenty-four hours. In that twenty