But the question of what Beauty is does not very greatly concern me since I have known it when I met it and since almost every day in life I seem to apprehend it more and to find it more sufficient and satisfying.  Objectively it may be altogether complex and various and synthetic, subjectively it is altogether simple.  All analysis, all definition, must in the end rest upon and arrive at unanalyzable and indefinable things.  Beauty is light—­I fall back upon that image—­it is all things that light can be, beacon, elucidation, pleasure, comfort and consolation, promise, warning, the vision of reality.

2.11.  The synthesis.

It seems to me that the whole living creation may be regarded as walking in its sleep, as walking in the sleep of instinct and individualized illusion, and that now out of it all rises man, beginning to perceive his larger self, his universal brotherhood and a collective synthetic purpose to increase Power and realize Beauty...

I write this down.  It is the form of my belief, and that unanalyzable something called Beauty is the light that falls upon that form.

It is only by such images, it is only by the use of what are practically parables, that I can in any way express these things in my mind.  These two things, I say, are the two aspects of my belief; one is the form and the other the light.  The former places me as it were in a scheme, the latter illuminates and inspires me.  I am a member in that great being, and my function is, I take it, to develop my capacity for beauty and convey the perception of it to my fellows, to gather and store experience and increase the racial consciousness.  I hazard no whys nor wherefores.  That is how I see things; that is how the universe, in response to my demand for a synthesizing aspect, presents itself to me.

2.12.  Of personal immortality.

These are my beliefs.  They begin with arbitrary assumptions; they end in a mystery.

So do all beliefs that are not grossly utilitarian and material, promising houris and deathless appetite or endless hunting or a cosmic mortgage.  The Peace of God passeth understanding, the Kingdom of Heaven within us and without can be presented only by parables.  But the unapproachable distance and vagueness of these things makes them none the less necessary, just as a cloud upon a mountain or sunlight remotely seen upon the sea are as real as, and to many people far more necessary than, pork chops.  The driven swine may root and take no heed, but man the dreamer drives.  And because these things are vague and impalpable and wilfully attained, it is none the less important that they should be rendered with all the truth of one’s being.  To be atmospherically vague is one thing; to be haphazard, wanton and untruthful, quite another.

But here I may give a specific answer to a question that many find profoundly important, though indeed it is already implicitly answered in what has gone before.