ed away before these marks faded.

Then Pan arose in silence, taking his double reed in his hand, and the
girl wept, beseeching him to stay to be her brother and the brother of
her beloved, but Pan smiled and said: "Your beloved is my father and
my son. He is yesterday and to-morrow. He is the nether and the upper
millstone, and I am crushed between until I kneel again before the
throne from whence I came," and, saying so, he embraced Angus Og most
tenderly and went his way to the quiet fields, and across the slopes of
the mountains, and beyond the blue distances of space.

And in a little time Caitilin Ni Murrachu went with her companion
across the brow of the hill, and she did not go with him because she had
understood his words, nor because he was naked and unashamed, but only
because his need of her was very great, and, therefore, she loved
him, and stayed his feet in the way, and was concerned lest he should
stumble.

BOOK IV. THE PHILOSOPHER'S RETURN

CHAPTER XIII

WHICH is, the Earth or the creatures that move upon it, the more
important? This is a question prompted solely by intellectual arrogance,
for in life there is no greater and no less. The thing that is has
justified its own importance by mere existence, for that is the great
and equal achievement. If life were arranged for us from without such a
question of supremacy would assume importance, but life is always from
within, and is modified or extended by our own appetites, aspirations,
and central activities. From without we get pollen and the refreshment
of space and quietude--it is sufficient. We might ask, is the Earth
anything more than an extension of our human consciousness, or are we,
moving creatures, only projections of the Earth's antennae? But these
matters have no value save as a field wherein Thought, like a wise lamb,
may frolic merrily. And all would be very well if Thought would but
continue to frolic, instead of setting up first as locum tenens for
Intuition and sticking to the job, and afterwards as the counsel and
critic of Omnipotence. Everything has two names, and everything is
twofold. The name of male Thought as it faces the world is Philosophy,
but the name it bears in Tirna-nog is Delusion. Female Thought is called
Socialism on earth, but in Eternity it is known as Illusion; and this
is so because there has been no matrimony of minds, but only an
hermaphroditic propagation of automatic ideas, which in their due
rot