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The French philosopher Descartes once wrote, "I think, therefore I am. " This simple but profound statement touches the fringes of a tremendous fact—that not a physical body, but consciousness, is the real identity of man.

MANY people in the world consider joy a transient thing, so rare and fleeting that to experience it occasionally is cause for wonder and gratitude. The student of Christian Science knows that true joy is not transient but is an essential and permanent quality of the real man.

MANY great thinkers have realized the power of thought. Marcus Aurelius said, "Remember that everything is but what we think it"; and as a character in one of Shakespeare's plays says, "There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so"; and the writer of Proverbs declared of a man ( 23:7 ), "As he thinketh in his heart, so is he.

THERE is one God; He is All, and He is good. His creation, that which emanates from Him, manifests His goodness, wisdom, and love.

ONE of the wondrous aspects of mountain climbing is the glory of the view from an uppermost point. Spiritual perfection is the view and the goal that mankind is constantly, though often unconsciously, seeking.

TO an earnest student of Christian Science, each dawning day can be an opportunity for real progress. When the gaining of "the wondrous glory" of spiritual enlightenment is recognized as paramount, human wants and desires become of minor importance.

FOR centuries spiritually-minded men and women have been aware of God's presence and His comforting nearness. "Am I a God at hand, saith the Lord, and not a God afar off? Can any hide himself in secret places that I shall not see him? saith the Lord.

THE disciples of Christ Jesus were students, pupils of that God-sent Saviour whose spiritually prophesied mission was to reveal divine Truth to mankind. This great Teacher gave to his students the fundamentals of divine Science, the source of which is the Mind that is God.

ON a beautiful fall day two students of Christian Science were walking on a deserted beach, their bare feet washed by the incoming tide. They had gone several miles enjoying the sparkling weather and engrossed in sharing their experiences, when suddenly one of them, the writer, gave a cry and stopped.

IN her book "Retrospection and Introspection," Mrs. Eddy writes ( p.