Getting clearer--see more clearly--see--" the voice shrilled out in a shuddering, thin lash of despair--"No! No--oh, God--no!" Then clearly and solemnly: "And God said: let us make men in our image, after our likeness, and let them have dominion over all the earth, and every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth." A silence; we bent closer, listening; the still, small voice took up the thread once more--but clearly further on.

Something we had missed between that text from Genesis and what we were now hearing; something that even as he had warned us, he had not been able to articulate.

The whisper broke through clearly in the middle of a sentence.
"Nor is Jehovah the God of myriads of millions who through those same centuries, and centuries upon centuries before them, found earth a garden and grave--and all these countless gods and goddesses only phantom barriers raised by man to stand between him and the eternal forces man's instinct has always warned him are ever in readiness to destroy.

That do destroy him as soon as his vigilance relaxes, his resistance weakens--the eternal, ruthless law that will annihilate humanity the instant it runs counter to that law and turns its will and strength against itself--" A little pause; then came these singular sentences: "Weaklings praying for miracles to make easy the path their own wills should clear.

Beggars who whine for alms from dreams.