THERE was once a man that sought those things that all men seek, knowing not that all they seek is Me.

Money he sought and found; power that money brings, and the pride thereof; pleasure that is bought. And the bitterness of the heart that eats itself was upon him.

Then turned he with his mind that was well seasoned in cunning, and he asked of himself wherein lay the failure that he had made with the opportunities which he had built. And the part of him that was questioned in that moment was set free by the God within him to answer; and, in that moment, did the man know that he was naught.

Then there came from out the breast of that man a sound that was not known to him, a sound as of a voice that spoke without noise, of a voice whose words were from a place that was very still and deep within himself.

“Are you then ready to turn to the God who made you, and to the One Power?”

And the man was frightened, because he feared that voice which sounded its silent words within him.

“I have no God,” he answered. “And what power is greater than that which is mine and which I despise?”

Then did a rushing as of wind sound round about him, and it seemed to him that he was caught up above the city where he dwelt, and he saw it as a place of little figures and much commotion to no end. And he saw the treasures that were his and the buildings he had built with the opportunities that had been given him. And they were as toys that a child plays with and tires of. But men knew not that they were but as children when they fashioned them; so they clung to them, and the air was rent with the cries of those who feared to lose their toys.

The man turned where he seemed to be standing, on this pinnacle overlooking the city, and he said, “I am as one who has