The psychic arises out of the organic and the organic arises out of the inorganic, and the inorganic arises out of—­what?  The relation of each to the other is as intimate as that of the soul to the body; we cannot get between them even in thought, but the difference is one of kind and not of degree.  The vital transcends the mechanical, and the psychic transcends the vital—­is on another plane, and yet without the sun’s energy there could be neither.  Thus are things knit together; thus does one thing flow out of or bloom out of another.  We date from the rocks, and the rocks date from the fiery nebulae, and the loom in which the texture of our lives was woven is the great loom of vital energy about us and in us; but what hand guided the shuttle and invented the pattern—­who knows?

III

A WONDERFUL WORLD

I

Science recognizes a more fundamental world than that of matter.  This is the electro-magnetic world which underlies the material world and which, as Professor Soddy says, probably completely embraces it, and has no mechanical analogy.  To those accustomed only to the grosser ideas of matter and its motions, says the British scientist, this electro-magnetic world is as difficult to conceive of as it would be for us to walk upon air.  Yet many times in our lives is this world in overwhelming evidence before us.  During a thunderstorm we get an inkling of how fearfully and wonderfully the universe in which we live is made, and what energy and activity its apparent passivity and opacity mark.  A flash of lightning out of a storm-cloud seems instantly to transform the whole passive universe into a terrible living power.  This slow, opaque, indifferent matter about us and above us, going its silent or noisy round of mechanical and chemical change, ponderable, insensate, obstructive, slumbering in the rocks, quietly active in the soil, gently rustling in the trees, sweetly purling in the brooks, slowly, invisibly building and shaping our bodies—­how could we ever dream that it held in leash such a terrible, ubiquitous, spectacular thing as this of the forked lightning?  If we were to see and hear it for the first time, should we not think that the Judgment Day had really come? that the great seals of the Book of Fate were being broken?

What an awakening it is! what a revelation! what a fearfully dramatic actor suddenly leaps upon the stage!  Had we been permitted to look behind the scenes, we could not have found him; he was not there, except potentially; he was born and equipped in a twinkling.  One stride, and one word which shakes the house, and he is gone; gone as quickly as he came.  Look behind the curtain and he is not there.  He has vanished more completely than any stage ghost ever vanished—­he has withdrawn into the innermost recesses of the atomic structure of matter, and is diffused through the clouds, to be called back again, as the elemental drama proceeds, as suddenly as before.