I know that there is, if not a “higher intelligence,” at least a fuller intelligence than this personal one I call my own. Many a time in my life I have been absolutely certain that some particular thing was the only right thing,—that if it did not come to pass just that particular way the loss would be infinite and the harm deep as. hell itself, and utterly irreparable.
Well, it did not come to pass as I thought it must in order to keep the earth from wobbling on its axis.
And do you know, it wasn’t very long before I was fervently glad it did not come around as I thought it must and ought to. The way I thought utterly wrong was absolutely right and beneficent.
Many a time I have had such experiences, in little things and big.
I know there is a fuller intelligence than mine; and I know that when my intelligence goes awry from lack of far-seeing, that this fuller intelligence over-rules mine. I am glad to believe this —glad to know that when I get in a quandary there is Something to bring things out right in spite of me.
And do you know—I believe this fuller intelligence is after all my own intelligence. It is I who am doing it all the time. Intelligence is not confined in bodies or brains,—no. It fills the universe. All this space between you and me is pure intelligence in which we live and move, and through which we think. But we are conscious only of that small portion of our intelligence represented by our bodies. This great sea of intelligence is