In April 1882 My Father

I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of The Animals, The Human Soul Look Out Upon Me.

Do Not Think Too Much Of The Dead Husk Of Your Friend, Or Mourn Too Much Over It, But Send Your Thoughts Out Towards The Real Soul Or Self Which Has Escaped — To Reach It. For So, Surely You Will Cast A Light Of Gladness Upon His Onward Journey, And Contribute Your Part Towards The Building Of That Kingdom Of Love Which Links Our Earth To Heaven.

Remember, The Serpent Is Still Living In The Garden Of Eden. Only The Heterosexual Couple Was Expelled.

My Ideas Had Been Taking A Socialistic Shape For Many Years; But They Were Lacking In Definite Outline.

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.