ABSTRACT
What wonder, then, if the spirit remembers not its habitations of old, where it was born and where it dwelt aforetime, seeing that this lower world sleep-like covers it, as clouds cover the stars? Especially is this little to be marvelled at, since the spirit has trodden so many cities, the dust whereof is not yet swept from its percipience, neither has it laboured hotly that its heart may become pure and have vision of the past; that its heart may put forth its head from the peep hole of mystery and behold the beginning and the end with eyes wide open.
