When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper the feel of your clothes your memory of last night and the noises from the road you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos and more.

It now seemed to me that all my other guesses had been only self-pleasing dreams spun out of my wishes but now I was awake.

If they are wrong they need your prayers all the more and if they are your enemies then you are under orders to pray for them. That is one of the rules common to the whole house.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of No answer. It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent certainly not uncompassionate gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like Peace child you dont understand.