se you mean," Margaret said.

"The one and only God Whom every human being has striven to worship in
his or her odd way ever since the world began. There is God in every
man's heart. It doesn't a bit matter what His symbol may be. Some
races of mankind have evolved higher forms of worship, some lower;
their symbols are appropriate. But they are all striving for the one
and same thing--to render worship to the Divine Creator, to sit in the
Light of Aton."

"But the sun," Margaret said--she pointed to the fiery ball on the
horizon--"I thought your divine Akhnaton was a sun-worshipper?"

"He worshipped our God, the Creator of all things of heaven or earth,
even of our precious human sympathy, Meg, for nothing that is could be
without Him, and to Akhnaton His symbol was the sun. The earlier
Egyptians worshipped Ra, the great sun-god; Akhnaton brought divinity
into his worship. He worshipped Aton as the Lord and Giver of Life,
the Bestower of Mercy, the Father of the Fatherless. All His
attributes were symbolized in the sun. Its rising and setting
signified Darkness and Light; its power as the creative force in
nature, Resurrection. It evolved mankind from the lower life and
implanted the spirit of divinity in him through the Creator of all
things created. The sun was God created, His symbol, His
manifestation."

"Look," Margaret said, "look at it now--it is God, walking in the
desert."

* * * * * *

For a little time they stood together, their material forms side by
side.

* * * * * *

Michael's house-boy, with a deferential salaam, suddenly informed him
that his bath had been waiting for him and was now cold.

Before Michael hurried off Margaret said, "Thank you for my first
lesson in Akhnaton's worship." She held out her hands.

"We all worship as he did, all day long," he said, "when we admire the
sun and the stars and the flowers, when we admire all that is
beautiful, we are seeing God."

"I adore beauty," Margaret said, "but I forget that beauty is God.
You, like Akhnaton, are conscious of God first, the beauty He has made
afterwards. If there had been the text 'God is Beauty' as there is
'God is Love,' it might have helped us to understand."

"I forget him," Michael said, "you know how easily."

"It is far better to know and love, even if you are human and
forget. . . ." she paused ". . . than always to sit in darkness, to sit