that once before, but not as it is now! For then it was delusion, and now . . . .! The sands are growing more distinct; I see the ripple of the golden sea. . . . Chimera! What land is that? Is that the rainbow? Is that the land of happiness, and are you the king?”
“No, Psyche, I am not a king, and that Land . . . .”
“—And that Land . . . .?”
“Is . . . . the Kingdom of the Future!”
“The Future! the Future!! O Chimera, where are you taking me to? Will the Future not prove to be a delusion . . . .?”
“No, here is the Future. Here is the Land. Look at it well . . . . well. . . .”
“It is wider than the widest sphere, wider than anything I can think of. Where are the limits?”
“Nowhere.”
“How far and how wide is the widest sphere?”
“Immeasurably far, indescribably wide. . . .”
“And what stretches away round the widest sphere?”
“The unutterable, and the All, All! The . . . .”
