Indeed, his is
at once the gift and the burden of the Illuminati.
Mrs. Mona Caird said of him: "He was almost encumbered by the infinity of
his perceptions; by the thronging interests, intuitions, glimpses of
wonders, beauties, and mysteries which made life for him a pageant and a
splendor such as is only disclosed to the soul that has to bear the torment
and revelations of genius."
The burden of the world's sorrow; the longings and aspirations of the soul
that has glimpsed, or that has more fully cognized the realms of the Spirit
which are its rightful home; are ever a part of the price of liberation.
The illumined mind sees and hears and feels the vibrations that emanate
from all who are travailing in the meshes of the sense-conscious life; but
through all the sympathetic sorrow, there runs the thread of a divine
assurance and certainty of profound joy--a bliss that passes comprehension
or description.
Mrs. Sharp, in the final conclusion of the _Memoirs_ says "to quote my
husband's own words--ever below all the stress and failure, below all the
triumph of his toil, lay the _beauty of his dream_.
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