defending their own particular views with passion, look upon each other as
being heathens or infidels, and so render null and void, as far as their
lives are concerned, the unselfish beauty and holy grandeur of the lives
and teachings of their own Masters. Truth cannot be limited; it can never
be the special prerogative of any man, school, or nation, and when
personality steps in, Truth is lost.

The glory alike of the saint, the sage, and the savior is this,--that he
has realized the most profound lowliness, the most sublime unselfishness;
having given up all, even his own personality, all his works are holy and
enduring, for they are freed from every taint of self. He gives, yet never
thinks of receiving; he works without regretting the past or anticipating
the future, and never looks for reward.

When the farmer has tilled and dressed his land and put in the seed, he
knows that he has done all that he can possibly do, and that now he must
trust to the elements, and wait patiently for the course of time to bring
about the harvest, and that no amount of expectancy on his part will affect
the result. Even so, he who has realized Truth goes forth as a sower of the
seeds of goodness, purity, love and peace, without expectancy, and never
looking for results, knowing that there is the Great Over-ruling Law which
brings about its own harvest in due time, and which is alike the source of
preservation and destruction.

Men, not understanding the divine simplicity of a profoundly unselfish
heart, look upon their particular savior as the manifestation of a special
miracle, as being something entirely apart and distinct from the nature of
things, and as being, in his ethical excellence, eternally unapproachable
by the whole of mankind. This attitude of unbelief (for such it is) in the
divine perfectibility of man, paralyzes effort, and binds the souls of men