I longed with a great longing to meet my beautiful
companion, and she stood at my side and I was blind.
Now that I have climbed a little higher on the Mount of Vision it
seems even to myself that this could not be. Yet it was, and it
is true of not this only but of how much else!
She knew me. I learnt that later, but she made no sign. Her
simplicities had carried her far beyond and above me, to places
where only the winged things attain- "as a bird among the
bird-droves of God."
I have since known that this power of direct simplicity in her
was why among the great mountains we beheld the Divine as the
emanation of the terrible beauty about us. We cannot see it as it
is - only in some shadowing forth, gathering sufficient strength
for manifestation from the spiritual atoms that haunt the region
where that form has been for ages the accepted vehicle of
adoration. But I was now to set forth to find another knowledge -
to seek the Beauty that blinds us to all other. Next day the man
who was directing my preparations for travel sent me word from
Simla that all was ready and I could start two days later.
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