Thus the Supreme as containing no otherness is ever present with us; we with it when we put otherness away.It is not that the Supreme reaches out to us seeking our communion: we reach towards the Supreme; it is we that become present.We are always before it:
but we do not always look: thus a choir, singing set in due order about the conductor, may turn away from that centre to which all should attend: let it but face aright and it sings with beauty, present effectively.We are ever before the Supreme- cut off is utter dissolution; we can no longer be- but we do not always attend:
when we look, our Term is attained; this is rest; this is the end of singing ill; effectively before Him, we lift a choral song full of God.
9.In this choiring, the soul looks upon the wellspring of Life, wellspring also of Intellect, beginning of Being, fount of Good, root of Soul.It is not that these are poured out from the Supreme lessening it as if it were a thing of mass.At that the emanants would be perishable; but they are eternal; they spring from an eternal principle, which produces them not by its fragmentation but in virtue of its intact identity: therefore they too hold firm; so long as the sun shines, so long there will be light.
We have not been cut away; we are not separate, what though the body-nature has closed about us to press us to itself; we breathe and hold our ground because the Supreme does not give and pass but gives on for ever, so long as it remains what it is.
Our being is the fuller for our turning Thither; this is our prosperity; to hold aloof is loneliness and lessening.Here is the soul's peace, outside of evil, refuge taken in the place clean of wrong; here it has its Act, its true knowing; here it is immune.
Here is living, the true; that of to-day, all living apart from Him, is but a shadow, a mimicry.Life in the Supreme is the native activity of Intellect; in virtue of that converse it brings forth gods, brings forth beauty, brings forth righteousness, brings forth all moral good; for of all these the soul is pregnant when it has been filled with God.This state is its first and its final, because from God it comes, its good lies There, and, once turned to God again, it is what it was.Life here, with the things of earth, is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.
That our good is There is shown by the very love inborn with the soul; hence the constant linking of the Love-God with the Psyches in story and picture; the soul, other than God but sprung of Him, must needs love.So long as it is There, it holds the heavenly love; here its love is the baser; There the soul is Aphrodite of the heavens;here, turned harlot, Aphrodite of the public ways: yet the soul is always an Aphrodite.This is the intention of the myth which tells of Aphrodite's birth and Eros born with her.
The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father; but coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls.
But one day coming to hate her shame, she puts away the evil of earth, once more seeks the father, and finds her peace.
Those to whom all this experience is strange may understand by way of our earthly longings and the joy we have in winning to what we most desire- remembering always that here what we love is perishable, hurtful, that our loving is of mimicries and turns awry because all was a mistake, our good was not here, this was not what we sought;There only is our veritable love and There we may hold it and be with it, possess it in its verity no longer submerged in alien flesh.Any that have seen know what I have in mind: the soul takes another life as it approaches God; thus restored it feels that the dispenser of true life is There to see, that now we have nothing to look for but, far otherwise, that we must put aside all else and rest in This alone, This become, This alone, all the earthly environment done away, in haste to be free, impatient of any bond holding us to the baser, so that with our being entire we may cling about This, no part in us remaining but through it we have touch with God.
Thus we have all the vision that may be of Him and of ourselves;but it is of a self-wrought to splendour, brimmed with the Intellectual light, become that very light, pure, buoyant, unburdened, raised to Godhood or, better, knowing its Godhood, all aflame then-but crushed out once more if it should take up the discarded burden.
10.But how comes the soul not to keep that ground?
