What brings revelation?

A trip through space to study other planets—

We were taken to several other planets inhabited by beings who were once just people like us. 

I cannot describe what they seem to be. 

They are infinitely finer, clearer-eyed, and more beautiful than we being a race made up wholly of what we speak of as ideal—in colouring, form, grace of movement and melodiousness of voice—just each a perfect human creature. 

But—and here all likeness ceases—absolutely devoid of material ambition, lust of power—or possession. 

A race of students, living for the good of the race—utterly unselfish—able to train and use elements as we use carpenters' tools, yet seeing before them as much to learn, apparently, as we do.

Seeing these people, and glimpsing their horizon lifted my spirit beyond the fear of ever being depressed. 

Life—this big splendid unfoldment—is so tremendously interesting and inspiring that one has no time to sit down and snap at flies. 

Just as if you were there watching some magnificent pageant you would be utterly oblivious to a mosquito biting your ankle. 

That is the way the petty bickerings and heartaches of your lives look after a glimpse of that other. 

Life further on is so beautiful—so splendid—so full of work and power to do, it takes one's breath just to see it and realise that we are candidates for that larger life if we keep on doing our best—keep on weeding out of our lives the non-essentials—keep on striving toward the highest we can conceive.

Each turn of the wheel brings revelation—an opening out of the higher path. 

What seems vital at one point a little further on drops out of the picture altogether.