"It's not a theory, it's a truth"--I answered--"But truth is sometimes
more difficult than theory."
She looked at me half in wonder, half in appeal.
"Well, what is it?"
"Just this"--and I knelt beside her for a moment holding her hand--"I
KNOW that there are no external surroundings which we do not make for
ourselves, and that our troubles are born of our own wrong thinking,
and are not sent from God. I train my Soul to be calm,--and my body
obeys my Soul. That's all!"
Her fingers closed on mine nervously.
"But what's the use of telling me this?" she half whispered--"I don't
believe in God or the Soul!"