LOVE IS ÏHE **I AM

that, in such moments, there is nothing that is outside of us. The boundaries hâve removed, they hâve become far and tenuous in the highest degree. We are not conscious qi anybody, even of the one we may hold in om* arms, or of the symbol we may grasp in our hands, for we are continuons with everybody, we embrace ail within ourselves.

It is but another aspect of this thought to say that Love is also the Now-consdousness. *' Love strikes one hour," say s Mrs. Browning ; and that hour is Now. When we refiect upon our love, we may speak of its past and of its future, , but that is an intellectual exercise. In the loveexpérience itself there is neither a past that is receding from us, nor a future which is approaching ; the moment is ail, but the moment is eternity. Viewing it from the outside, we may speak of a moment of love-rapture ; experienced from the inside it is timeless. It is the * ' I am ' ' which cannot say *' I was," or *' I shall be." It knows neither seasons nor âges. It say s, with God, * ' Bef ore the world was, I am ; and when Time shall be no more, I am." Love is inmiortahty.

If this is the meaning and reality of Love, if it is the suprême good and the suprême goal of life, then, coming down from thèse douds to the highways and byways of ordinary human life, we shall 'find nothing therein so solenm, sacred, pure, holy< so joyous, so vital as Love, nothing so