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The popular song of today in which everybody joins with enthusiasm but which is forgotten tomorrow, the play that goes over the stage for perhaps a hundred nights in succession to be relegated to dusty shelves forever after, and all other things which are evanescent, show by that very fact that they have no intrinsic worth. The blaze of a shooting star may illumine the heavens for a moment, but though the others are paler and attract less attention, their light cheers the traveler night after night through the ages. Only the songs that are of the music of which we never tire, have a real value in life. So it is also with recurring cosmic cycles marked by the feasts of the year. As they come again and again, they teach us the same old lessons from a new point of view. The life impulse from the Cosmic Christ which entered the Earth last fall, came to Mystic birth at Christmas, performed its wonderful magic of fecundation during the months between autumn and spring time, and liberated itself from the cross of matter to ascent again to the throne of the Father, at Easter leaves the Earth clothed in the verdant glory of spring and ready for the physical activities of the summer season. As it is above, so also below. The processes which take place upon a larger scale in the Earth are reproduced also in man. During the months from September to March we are more thoroughly impregnated with the spiritual vibrations which predominate in winter than we can be under the more material condition prevailing in summer. There comes to us in the fall a new impulse toward the higher life; it culminates on Holy Night and works its magic in our natures according to the way in which we have embraced our opportunities. According to our diligence or dilatoriousness in the past season, progression will be accelerated or retarded in the next, for there is no truer word than that which teaches us that we are just what we have made ourselves. The service we rendered or failed to render determi