The Hive

The Hive by Will Levington Comfort. There is much to say. Many have a part in this story of our days. Their work is on the table. Yet no manuscript no chapter is a real beginning. One must start a book this way—with a fresh sheet in the machine and tell what he is going to tell about.... First of all it has to do with the unfolding of the child mind; all the Stonestudy work has been for that but the brimming wonder of it all is that we have chiefly been employed unfolding ourselves.. No one can begin upon the sweet and sacred story of life to a child without taking a stride nearer into the centre of things and living it. Thats what all telling is about—presently to stop talking and to catch up on conduct. The fairest culture of all is to become artists in life.... Thinking of this thinking much upon this one thing we have been lured out of the heaviness of work into the dimension of Play. We tell here about this particular passage.. Also something about the story of Man and Woman hinting at what is contained in pages of the Book of Life not opened heretofore for the eyes of the many but preparing now for the eyes of the children of the New Race—a beautiful story be sure of that but one that requires art in the telling. No one could bring this story to the lovers and the children of the New Race who had not found out that Beauty belongs to the divine trinity with Goodness and Truth.. Many seers have not held that well in mind many sages have forgotten it many saints have not learned it adequately at all. We have to build our own heavens here before we can have them anywhere else. The more of an artist a man is the more reverent he becomes about perfecting his thought-forms. Just a mention now—that we rejoice to make much of the Beauty side of things in this book; that a thing cannot be beautiful and bad; that Beauty is the next quest of the many as they escape one by one from the bondage of Gold.. We try to express the Soul of things rather than to delineate boundaries of matter but a very strong point is made upon the fact that one cannot deal in the spirit until he has mastered to a good degree the coarser stuff that bodies and worlds are made of. We do not care how the young minds aspire mystically so long as their abutments hold fast in the bottom-lands. A man must not drag his anchor as he climbs the hill; he must unfold line all the way—a line made of strands of himself woven of his own wisdom love and power.