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could not guess。 The walls were hard and smooth； of that stone unlike
stone which we had seen in our tunnel。
We both knew it without words： this house was left from the
Unmentionable Times。 The trees had protected it from time and weather；
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and from men who have less pity than time and weather。 We turned to the
Golden One and we asked：
〃Are you afraid？〃
But they shook their head。 So we walked to the door； and we threw it
open； and we stepped together into the house of the Unmentionable
Times。
We shall need the days and the years ahead； to look； to learn； and to
understand the things of this house。 Today； we could only look and try to
believe the sight of our eyes。 We pulled the heavy curtains from the
windows and we saw that the rooms were small； and we thought that not
more than twelve men could have lived here。 We thought it strange that
men had been permitted to build a house for only twelve。
Never had we seen rooms so full of light。 The sunrays danced upon
colors； colors； more colors than we thought possible； we who had seen no
houses save the white ones； the brown ones and the grey。 There were great
pieces of glass on the walls； but it was not glass； for when we looked upon
it we saw our own bodies and all the things behind us； as on the face of a
lake。 There were strange things which we had never seen and the use of
which we do not know。 And there were globes of glass everywhere； in
each room； the globes with the metal cobwebs inside； such as we had seen
in our tunnel。
We found the sleeping hall and we stood in awe upon its threshold。
For it was a small room and there were only two beds in it。 We found no
other beds in the house； and then we knew that only two had lived here；
and this passes understanding。 What kind of world did they have； the men
of the Unmentionable Times？
We found garments； and the Golden One gasped at the sight of them。
For they were not white tunics； nor white togas； they were of all colors； no
two of them alike。 Some crumbled to dust as we touched them。 But
others were of heavier cloth； and they felt soft and new in our fingers。
We found a room with walls made of shelves； which held rows of
manuscripts； from the floor to the ceiling。 Never had we seen such a
number of them； nor of such strange shape。 They were not soft and rolled；
they had hard shells of cloth and leather； and the letters on their pages
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were so small and so even that we wondered at the men who had such
handwriting。 We glanced through the pages； and we saw that they were
written in our language； but we found many words which we could not
understand。 Tomorrow； we shall begin to read these scripts。
When we had seen all the rooms of the house； we looked at the Golden
One and we both knew the thought in our minds。
〃We shall never leave this house；〃 we said； 〃nor let it be taken from us。
This is our home and the end of our journey。 This is your house； Golden
One； and ours； and it belongs to no other men whatever as far as the earth
may stretch。 We shall not share it with others； as we share not our joy
with them； nor our love； nor our hunger。 So be it to the end of our days。〃
〃Your will be done；〃 they said。
Then we went out to gather wood for the great hearth of our home。
We brought water from the stream which runs among the trees under our
windows。 We killed a mountain goat； and we brought its flesh to be
cooked in a strange copper pot we found in a place of wonders； which
must have been the cooking room of the house。
We did this work alone； for no words of ours could take the Golden
One away from the big glass which is not glass。 They stood before it and
they looked and looked upon their own body。
When the sun sank beyond the mountains； the Golden One fell asleep
on the floor； amidst jewels； and bottles of crystal； and flowers of silk。 We
lifted the Golden One in our arms and we carried them to a bed； their head
falling softly upon our shoulder。 Then we lit a candle； and we brought
paper from the room of the manuscripts； and we sat by the window； for we
knew that we could not sleep tonight。
And now we look upon the earth and sky。 This spread of naked rock
and peaks and moonlight is like a world ready to be born； a world that
waits。 It seems to us it asks a sign from us； a spark； a first commandment。
We cannot know what word we are to give； nor what great deed this earth
expects to witness。 We know it waits。 It seems to say it has great gifts to
lay before us； but it wishes a greater gift for us。 We are to speak。 We are
to give its goal； its highest meaning to all this glowing space of rock and
sky。
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We look ahead； we beg our heart for guidance in answering this call no
voice has spoken； yet we have heard。 We look upon our hands。 We see
the dust of centuries； the dust which hid the great secrets and perhaps great
evils。 And yet it stirs no fear within our heart； but only silent reverence and
pity。
May knowledge come to us！ What is the secret our heart has
understood and yet will not reveal to us； although it seems to beat as if it
were endeavoring to tell it？
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PART ELEVEN
I am。 I think。 I will。
My hands 。 。 。 My spirit 。 。 。 My sky 。 。 。 My forest 。 。 。 This earth of
mine。 。 。 。 What must I say besides？ These are the words。 This is the
answer。
I stand here on the summit of the mountain。 I lift my head and I spread
my arms。 This； my body and spirit； this is the end of the quest。 I wished
to know the meaning of things。 I am the meaning。 I wished to find a
warrant for being。 I need no warrant for being； and no word of sanction
upon my being。 I am the warrant and the sanction。
It is my eyes which see； and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the
earth。 It is my ears which hear； and the hearing of my ears gives its song
to the world。 It is my mind which thinks； and the judgement of my mind
is the only searchlight that can find the truth。 It is my will which chooses；
and the choice of my will is the only edict I must respect。
Many words have been granted me； and some are wise； and some are
false； but only three are holy： 〃I will it！〃
Whatever road I take； the guiding star is within me； the guiding star
and the loadstone which point the way。 They point in but one direction。
They point to me。
I know not if this earth on which I stand is the core of the universe or
if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity。 I know not and I care not。 For
I know what happiness is possible to me on earth。 And my happiness
needs no higher aim to vindicate it。 My happiness is not the means to any
end。 It is the end。 It is its own goal。 It is its own purpose。
Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish。 I
am not a tool for their use。 I am not a servant of their needs。 I am not a
bandage for their wounds。 I am not a sacrifice on their altars。
I am a man。 This miracle of me is mine to own and keep； and mine
to guard； and mine to use； and mine to kneel before！
I do not surrender my treasures； nor do I share them。 The fortune of
my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as
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alms for the poor of the spirit。 I guard my treasures： my thought； my will；
my freedom。 And the greatest of these is freedom。
I owe nothing to my brothers； nor do I gather debts from them。 I ask
none to live for me； nor do I live for any others。 I covet no man's soul； nor
is my soul thei