Then a Voice said to me:--

"The White are of the Altitudes. By the blending of the billions they

are made. Thy part is to help to their kindling. Even as the color of

thy burning, so is the worth of thee. For a moment only is thy

quickening; yet the light of thy pulsing lives on: by thy thought, in

that shining moment, thou becomest a Maker of Gods."

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