It seems to me that we are inclined to cry "peace, peace," while victory still sits perched upon error's banner.
We have learned through Science and Health that evil is unreal, i. e., not of God and are we not rather inclined to think that this statement settles the matter, and that error—evil is—going to step down and out without any further effort on our part? And are we not sitting down and folding our hands, pending its departure, rather than rolling up our sleeves and attacking this intruder upon our peaceful and rightful domain? Error doesn't care how much it is found out, if allowed to remain and do its work. What if we do know its unreality, so long as we bow down to it and serve it, it will remain.
We know that the rays of the sun will melt a cake of ice, but this is accomplished only as the rays are continually upon it. If the ice is exposed but a few moments a day, and then withdrawn to a frigid temperature until the next day, there is little or no progress made: The constant rays of Truth are needed to dissolve the claims of error; and we must not think that our work is done when the claim of a cold, or a fever, has yielded to our realization of Truth.
