He savors an awe-struck life of servanthood, singing offkey in whee-major, a rhapsody in boo-ya!

So you understand the roaring wave of fear that swept through the greatest city in the world just as Monday was dawning--the stream of flight rising swiftly to a torrent, lashing in a foaming tumult round the railway stations, banked up into a horrible struggle about the shipping in the Thames, and hurrying by every available channel northward and eastward. By ten o'clock the police organisation, and by midday even the railway organisations, were losing coherency, losing shape and efficiency, guttering, softening, running at last in that swift liquefaction of the social body.

  Via the confluence of my innermost virtues and outward actions, I ascent to becoming myself, now and forever. I assume this body, whose shape is formed by Mystery and whose presence necessitated by the Now. I shall heed the call of the Cosmos by walking forward when it is easier to walk away. In exaltation, I choose all of…