"I cannot say—I cannot say."
For a few minutes I listen to the undertone of the pine-trees, sounding far above us in the sky.
"You see," I continue, "there, it may well be, we shall have no idea of an Ego which excludes and contradicts the Non-Ego. The distinction between them has arisen from the fact of our existence upon earth: it is a form into which we mould our impressions; something purely accidental, depending upon the quality and mechanism of the brain. … There, too, the idea of Time may be wanting; also that of Space. Of course, from our earthly point of view, it is nonsense to say that the world is boundless: that which the brain calls 'the Infinite' cannot be represented in imagination as space. Truly, there are times when I simply feel admiration for a God who has created so great and endlessly complicated a scheme of beings."
Martha's disappointment is plain to perceive.
"So then you believe in God?"
"I do not know, and do not trouble about it. It is not likely the ideas of creation out of nothing, of sovereignty as opposed to sub-
