The one who is indeed "as a little child'' is glad because of Life itself, and the gladness cannot be measured on any human basis, for it is far more than a human feeling in that it is as calm and as real as the one Mind which causes it. Size or extent, as mortal mind thinks of them in terms of matter, are not to be thought of in the joy of true Life, since there is but one standard by which the amount of man's delight in Spirit can be judged, and that is the standard of allness. As Mrs. Eddy says on page 336 of Science and Health. "Allness is the measure of the infinite, and nothing less can express God."
Of what size then, is any seeming pain or problem to the divine Mind? To the one Mind such a seeming has no being, and hence amounts to nothing without the least size. The supposed troubles of either past or present are but a mirage, in place of which the fact of Mind and its idea, always active and free and real, is what is to be known. It is hard even to speak or think of nothing, so hard that one needs to see that he can truly think and speak only of the divine fact which any seeming is supposed to mimic. The real action throughout the world, now and for all living, is in perfect peace and balance, without limits or discords, and this real action as it unfolds is the truth of Life for all that is. It cannot be measured by human thought as either small or large, since it is boundless.
Writing of a mirage in the Argentine, Mr. W. H. Hudson says: "Quite early in spring, on any warm cloudless day this water-mirage was visible, and was like the appearance on a hot summer's day of the atmosphere in England when the air near the surface becomes visible, when one sees it dancing before one's eyes, like thin wavering and ascending tongues of flame—crystal-clear flames mixed with flames of a faint pearly or silver gray. On the level and hotter pampas this appearance is intensified, and the faintly visible wavering flames change to an appearance of lakelets or sheets of water looking as if ruffled by the wind and shining like molten silver in the sun." How large were these "lakelets or sheets of water"? The only answer to such a question must be that they really had no size whatever for they did not exist. So with all the seemings of human living, the struggles, the conflicts, and the mistakes of the ages, they have had no place in the divine Mind, no extent, and there has been nothing really to believe in them. Mrs. Eddy says on page 277 of Science and Health, "Nothing we can say or believe regarding matter is immortal, for matter is temporal and is therefore a mortal phenomenon, a human concept sometimes beautiful, always erroneous."
