Chapter 50

We learn great things through a few experiments The history of the ages is nothing but an indefinite repetition of the history of the hours The record of the soul is but a multiple of the story of a moment The angel of record writes in the great book without the tints of the rainbow His pen dips in colors only light and dark and damned Infinite Wisdom There is no need for shading and all things, all thoughts, all emotions, all experiences, all doubts, hopes, fears, all intentions, all desires that you see down to the lower layers of their many, tangible elements, are finally dissolved

Had any man desired an example of a life in which all the experiences a child of Adam could have would be summed up and summed up, the history written so completely and frankly in my mind for the next forty-eight hours would bear everything that could be required. and the recorder may render as usual in sunlight and shade, which may be taken to represent the final expressions of Heaven and Hell.