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individual with the Universal and therefore with all individuals: love, mercy, tenderness, all hallowed gifts and graces: I cannot find in these things much to talk about, even to my most intimate friends: but I can find everything to make me wonder, and tremble, and brood reverently over Infinite reaches of delight. Why certainly I "can believe you." I also believe God is, not that He was: that He acts , not that he acted ; and that down from his bosom silently come sanctitudes and benedictions as of old. And this is the reason why I protest against the thrusting of any anointed Stupidity of fossilized formula between the living hearts of God and man. I have no issues with the Churches. To those who love them, and who by their aid and helps are lifted unto broader levels, they are beautiful; but if rightly or wrongly, I hold sincere views adverse to their diminished faith, I say they have no right to load me with opprobrious names because I will not sully my lips with a lie blacker than the falsehood of Annanias. That is all, dear friend. May there not be perennial fibre of truth in this from Tennyson: "Perplexed in Faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out: There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, that in half the Creeds." How glad I am to find yourself and Sister acquainted with the writing of my beloved teacher; it is as if a new tie had [left margin text begin] Robertson [left margin text end]