EARLY one morning, before daybreak, a party of motorists were wending their way over a circuitous mountain road when, as they rounded the crest of a high point, they beheld before them what appeared to be a beautiful lake. It apparently extended for many miles, and the rugged shore line and silvery white water were in sharp contrast with the towering dark purplish mountains that completely encircled it—a delightful panorama in the soft gray of the dawning day. The road could be seen leading directly into the lake. Yet the driver did not slacken his speed, but drove fearlessly on. Having been over the road many times, he was familiar with the topography and knew that what appeared to be a lake before them was not water but an illusion—a vast lake of land fog or mist, a deceptive phenomenon which would be dissipated by the warmth of the rising sun.
To one watching them, it might have seemed that the party entered the "lake" and disappeared beneath its surface. But, unaffected by this vivid physical testimony, the motorists were serenely speeding along the road, unhampered by the false evidence of the material senses. Indeed, the motorists were even then praising and glorifying God, reverently and audibly, for Christian Science, His wonderful boon in this age to bewildered humanity.
Through its teachings everyone may learn the true facts of being—perfect God, perfect man, and perfect universe. Hence the utter falsity and unreliability of material mists or illusions, supposititious opposites of reality, such "stuff" as "dreams are made on." Scientifically speaking, the varying phenomena of so-called human life, including its most fearsome phases of sin, sickness, and death, are no more real than was the illusion of the motorists being engulfed in the lake. Only good is real. Only that is real which is helpful and a blessing to all. Only that endures which is of God, good.
