me. It cannot be in the course of things, unlessthere be no law therein. Therefore, I will ask," What is the fault in me ? Let me learn that,correct it, and life will be right, and I content." Dowe do that in life ? Do we act as we would in ascientific investigation ? Oh no ! We throw upthe sponge, and pass from fury into sullen gloom." Life is over," we cry, at the very moment when, if we were wise, it would, in reality, be beginning.Still, I am sorry for these folk. What I have1 88 ILLUSIOsketched is one of the worst sadnesses of life, oneof its ever-recurring problems. And the remedyof the sadness and the solution of the problem areboth difficult. If we assert that chance has doneit, or the automatic action of natural law, or anironical God, there will be neither solution norremedy. But suppose we were to ask, Have Idone it, I myself? Have I introduced into mywork elements which have spoiled my originalidea, which were against the Divine laws of theuniverse, so that my conception of my work waschanged and degraded, and its results broke thoselaws ? Is that the truth ? Or is it possible thatGod has made it right in spite of me, and that Iam angry with the right thing because it is notmy own wrong thing ?To ask these questions firmly, and answer themsincerely, would go far, I think, to remedy ourtrouble and solve our problem. There are reallyno deceiving illusions in life. What has happenedis a matter of plain law, not, of course, of physical,but of spiritual, law. For we are now talking of ideas, spiritual ambitions and hopes, intellectualaims, imaginative plans of life, aspirations to reachthe heights of knowledge or beauty, deep desiresto live for the bettering of the world. Why, weask, when we have been lured on through life bythem, do they suddenly break down, perish, andleave us naked to the blast of despair, or lashedby our failure into a fury with life and God ?