Creative Unity

It costs me nothing to feel that I am; it is no burden to me. And yet if the mental, physical, chemical,
and other innumerable facts concerning all branches of knowledge which have united in myself
could be broken up, they would prove endless. It is some untold mystery of unity in me, that has the
simplicity of the infinite and reduces the immense 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 to it, in spite of the seeming
contradiction of the endless facts contained in the single fact of the room. Its knowledge of a tree is
the knowledge of a unity, which appears in the aspect 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 its endless show of variety. Such are its pictures, poems, music, in which it finds joy only
because they reveal the perfect forms of an inherent unity.