I have brought forward facts and allowed them to speak for themselves.  Moreover, to my mind the realisation of the intimate connection of love and evolving personality is a far more magnificent proof of the soundness of the evolutionary theory than the reflection that we have received all things ready-made from the hands of nature.  Has it not been proved to us that the religious consciousness of the divinity of the human soul was also evolved in historical time, and has never again disappeared?

Every strong love which finds no response is fraught with the possibility of an infinite unfolding; it may powerfully seize the whole soul and make life a tragedy.  But this tragedy is not of the very essence of tragedy, inasmuch as here we have merely love confronted by an unsurmountable obstacle, meeting and overwhelming it; the discord is not inherent.  Many a lover suffering from unrequited love, is born with the tendency to become unhappy, with a secret will to the voluptuousness of pain and melancholy; he will enjoy his unhappiness, perhaps become productive through it.  Thus, this deliberately unhappy love may be regarded as an analogy to genuine metaphysical eroticism.  For the worship of woman is in its essence infinite striving; its object is always unattainable, an illusion.  Every earthly love, even if it finds no response at all, may, in principle, be gratified, and is only unhappy if external circumstances intervene.  But the love of the Madonna is in itself fraught with the tragic impossibility of requital; its foundation is the recognition, or divination, of the fact that mortal women are too insignificant for a passion which yearns for infinitude.  A lover filled with the longing to glorify a woman and worship her as a divine being, has frequently experienced a certain disappointment.  The beloved may have died young—­as did Beatrice—­without his ever having come into close contact with her; instinctively his soul turns heavenward—­and imagination has ample scope to transform and transfigure the dead.  Or he may have been disappointed in his mistress; it may have been that he, attuned to pure, spiritual love, has found her all too human.  He flees from reality into the world of dreams, and envelops her with the veil of mysteriousness and divinity.  Purely spiritual love is an intense emotion, and as men and women of flesh and blood cannot always live at high pressure, hours of dejection and disappointment will necessarily have to be experienced.  The soul takes refuge in an illusion which becomes more and more an end in itself, and gradually the lover creates an inaccessibly lofty, celestial woman.  For purely spiritual love aspires to absolute transcendency; it cannot bear contact with every-day life.  The psychologists of the present day tell us that a feeling, in becoming spiritualised, loses strength,—­history teaches us that in the case of great souls the opposite is the rule.