You are at loggerheads over certain articles of faith and discipline, when a sound arrests you in the midst of your controversy.

You look up and perceive that your Cathedral totters; that it was _her_ voice you heard appealing to you.

`Leave your antagonisms and help one another to shore me up--me the witness of past generations to the Faith.

Generations to come will settle some of the questions that vex you; others, maybe, the mere process of time will silently resolve.

But Time, which helps them, is fast destroying us.