Soul. Herein we are only at the top of one of the lesser hills, from which we catch a faint, very faint view, and hear but the distant throbbing pulses of the vast ocean, on whose swelling bosom, and upborne by whose wisdom-crested waves all men shall ere long sail.
As true lovers of our race, we ask all good people to embark with us anon upon an intellectual voyage across the Deep, in search of facts and truths far more stately and sublime than those usually purporting to come from super-mundane sources.
All truths are necessarily dogmatic; nor has any attempt herein been made to hinder their expression from being the same. Our great Master and Exemplar in virtue was dogmatic—why not his followers be the same?
It seems essential, at this point, that the writer should say something, not concerning the spiritual realms, but of the man-spirit—the self—the developed and developing monad. Now, what is a monad? The reply is: Something quite analogous to, but not exactly, the Leibnitzian; 'Particle,' but that which is to universal spirit precisely what an atom is to universal substance or matter—with this difference: you cannot cut an idea into halves or pieces, for it is, was, and ever will be, a unit; so is a monad.
An atom of matter is divisible to infinity—a single grain of sand being, by a mental process, capable of disintegration so great, that were each portion to be separated from its fellow by only the millionth of an inch, yet the vast concave of the dome, the walls of the sidereal heaven, the awful height and depths of space, the dizzy steeps of the great Profound, would not afford room to hold them all, even though the worlds were
