Life has
no memory.
That which
proceeds
in
succession
might be
remembered,
but that
which is
coexistent,
or
ejaculated
from a
deeper
cause, as
yet far
from being
conscious,
knows not
its own
tendency.
So is it
with us,
now
skeptical
or without
unity,
because
immersed
in forms
and
effects
all
seeming to
be of
equal yet
hostile
value, and
now
religious,
whilst in
the
reception
of
spiritual
law. Bear
with these
distractions,
with this
