I loved Life--I loved men; I loved
laughter and games and the open air--I liked jokes and good food and
exercise. All things that they have forgotten. So from now I shall come
back to one or two.... I am lonely when they see Me so solemnly."
Another thing He said. "They are making life complicated now. To lead a
good life, to be happy, to manage the world only the simplest things
are needed--Love, Unselfishness, Tolerance."
"Can I go with You and be with You always?" Wilbraham asked.
"Do you really want that?" He said.
"Yes," said Wilbraham, bowing his head.
"Then you shall come and never leave Me again. In three days from now."
Then he kissed Wilbraham on the forehead and went away.
I think that Wilbraham himself became conscious as he told me this part
of his story of the difference between the seen and remembered Figure
and the foolish, inadequate reported words. Even now as I repeat a
little of what Wilbraham said I feel the virtue and power slipping
away.
And so it goes on! As the Figure recedes the words become colder and
colder and the air that surrounds them has in it less and less of
power.
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