And I have faith that there are spiritual laws beneath all this outward framework of sight and sense, which will, if rightly believed in and trusted, lead to the goal of eternal life, harmony of being, and union with God.

So I accept my being led here.
Am I superstitious or egoistic in believing this?
This is, no doubt, disputed territory.

Have we any objective rule to compare our faith with which would give us the measure of our superstition?
How much of to-day would have seemed miraculous or superstitious to the past?
I confess I have no rule or measure to judge the faith of any man.
"The past is always the state of infancy.

The present is an eternal youth, aspiring after manhood; hoping wistfully, intensely desiring, listfully listening, dimly seeing the bright star of hope in the future, beckoning him to move rapidly on, while his strong heart beats with enthusiasm and glowing joy.

The past is dead.