But even to her he could not open his mind on such a matter: near as they were, they had not yet got near enough to each other for that.
In the history, which is the growth, of the individual man, epochs of truth and moods of being follow in succession, the one for the moment displacing the other, until the mind shall at length have gained power to blend the new at once with the preceding whole.

But this can never be until our idea of the Absolute Life is large enough and intense enough to fill and fit into every necessity of our nature.

A new mood is as a dry well for the water of life to fill.

The man who does not yet understand God as the very power of his conscious as well as unconscious being, as more in him than intensest consciousness of bliss or of pain, must have many a treeless expanse, many a mirage-haunted desert, many an empty cistern and dried up river, in the world of his being! There was not much of this kind of waste in Cosmo's world, but God was not yet inside his growing love to Joan--that is, consciously to him--and his spirit was therefore of necessity troubled.

Was it not a dreadful thing, he thought with himself, and was right in so thinking, that love to any lovely thing--how much more to the loveliest being God had made!--whose will is the soul of all loveliness, should cause him, in any degree, or for any time, to forget him and grow strange to the thought of him?
The lack was this, that, having found his treasure, he had not yet taken it home to his Father! Jesus, himself, after he was up again, could not be altogether at home with his own, until he had first been home to his Father and their Father, to his God and their God.