Creative Unity

It costs me nothing to feel that I am; it is no burden tome. And yet if the mental, physical, chemical, and otherinnumerable facts concerning all branches of knowledgewhich have united in myself could be broken up, theywould prove endless. It is some untold mystery of unity inme, that has the simplicity of the infinite and reduces theimmense mass of multitude to a single point.This One in me knows the universe of the many. But,in whatever it knows, it knows the One in different aspects.It knows this room only because this room is One toit, in spite of the seeming contradiction of the endless factscontained in the single fact of the room. Its knowledge ofa tree is the knowledge of a unity, which appears in theaspect of a tree.This One in me is creative. Its creations are a pastime,through which it gives expression to an ideal of unity in itsendless show of variety. Such are its pictures, poems, music,in which it finds joy only because they reveal the perfectforms of an inherent unity.