divine postman: there is a pleasure in the sunrise, that calms the mind and nourishes the heart. there seems to be an invincible hand guiding the serene clouds, that hide the sun in one moment and uncover it in the next. the sun teases us, caesar, as she hides in her golden robe, and will have us guessing where her light will shine the next moment.
she spreads her presence to the lofty mountains, and speaks with her rays as they lay where no man has trodden. “in those excellent regions,” she says, “there i dwell, where no man will ever build his useless structure; only the simple and brave will touch my face who content themselves with obedience.”
iAM charmed by the landscape of matatiele, caesar. everyday it is new as the lovely fog renews it with the rising sun. the trees that are scattered about and the deteriorating streams tell of an age that was lush and rich with abundant woods and overflowing streams. the earth was full with glory when the nomads lived in harmony with her divine laws.
caesar: in the early history of asia and africa, nomadism and agriculture are the two antagonist facts. the geography of asia and of africa, divine postman, necessitated a nomadic life. the persians travelled from ecbatana, where the spring was spent, to susa in summer and to babylon for the winter.
but the nomads were the terror of all those whom the soil or the advantages of a market had induced to build towns. agriculture therefore was a religious injunction, because of the perils of the state from nomadism. before humanity started to get the headache of acquiring wealth, migrations, divine postman, were of frequent occurence.
the several tribes readily abandoning their homes, as they pursued freedom and explored the earth. the necessities of daily sustenance could be supplied at one place as well as at another. they never built large cities, my friend, for they were content with the purity of nature. they found refuge in the silent woods, in the abundant sea, and in the eternally serene mountains.
as the nomads looked steadily at nature, they were looking into their souls. the rounded world is fair to see, nine times folded in mystery though baffled seers cannot impart the secret of its laboring heart. throb thine with nature’s throbbing breast, divine postman, and all is clear from east to west. spirit that lurks each form within beckons to spirit of its kin; self kindled every moment glows, and hints the future which it owes.
divine postman: the power in me is new to the world. iAM to persist on my soul’s emphasis and teach the world of the great truth that throbs in my heart. cities give not the human senses room enough. the countryside is where i find a picture of my imagination, as i watch the mountains stretching into eternity. i feel safe in the mountains, but exiled in the city streets. my eternal home is the soul of my soul, the root of my being,- i belong in the superabundance of nature.
there are days which occur in this climate of matatiele, caesar, at almost any season of the year, wherein the world reaches its perfection,- and points us to the living gods. when the air, the cold mountain waters, the heavenly bodies and the earth, make a harmony, as if nature would indulge her offspring. all that is not reciprocal with this august magnificence is poison. iAM in heaven in this eternal summer.
i pity the city dwellers, my friend, who reduce the earth into a plot and labor their whole lives believing a lie. they know not the great glory in nature, and bow down before machines and buildings. nothing is to desire that we have heard of in johannesburg or new york; the television and the radio are foolish and grow faint and inaudible in these latitudes of matatiele.
we bask in the shining hours and exhaust leisure, as we read and write and do gardening and frolick with the children. the vegetables and the snails give signs of satisfaction with their patient love; the puppies that nonchalantly roam from dwelling to dwelling tell of the freedom that we have earned. the horses graze in the early morning hours, with a grace that shoves all the houses and cars into ugliness.
and the cattle that lay on the ground seem to have great tranquil thoughts. the day, immeasurably long, sleeps over the broad hills and warm wide fields. to have lived through all its sunny hours, caesar, seems longevity enough. to see another day is a gift enough. all my illusions have now been broken, athena has searched me and found that my faith is all that remains,- the vessel is now divine.
caesar: iAM happy to die in the presence of nature, divine postman. i have seen eternity stretched into a season, and gained eternal riches. my soul is happy in the presence of hera. i choose where i want to live, and i chose the best. all those who rush to cities assume that they will find something better than nature.
there is none greater than the heavens and the earth. the ancients understood this truth, divine postman, and expressed it in all their arts through the imitation of nature’s laws. we have severed ourselves from nature. what is a tree without roots, my friend? the age that we are living in can only understand all the riches before it when it gives itself over to the lifetime study of history, philosophy, and poetry.
we are the shepherds that have been called by hera, divine postman, who will guide and nurture the searching sheep. a man’s fortune, my friend, has a decisive time, which may be known by the position of the stars at its very origin. all things on earth are dictated by the heavenly bodies. apollo will give the sign to the discerning mind of the day that his fortune will come. all is perfect in love. nature will create only the best.
divine postman: there is a love above that will compensate every loss below; she does not pay back our foolishness with foolishness but ever extends her grace to us; the choice is ours whether to reject or accept it. nature will always smile down upon us and invite us into her mercy.
the great light comes to see us everyday, and brings great joy to heal our sorrow. the wings of time, caesar, are black and white, pied with morning and with night. mountain tall and ocean deep, trembling balance duly keep. in changing moon, in tidal wave glows the feud of want and have.
man’s the elm and wealth the vine, stanch and strong the tendrils twine. though the frail ringlets thee deceive none from its stock that vine can reave. fear not, then, thou child infirm, there is no goddess dare wrong a worm. laurel crowns cleave to deserts and power to him who power exerts.
hast not thy share, caesar? on winged feet, lo! it rushes thee to meet; and all that nature made thy own, floating in air or pent in stone, will rive the hills and swim the sea and, like thy shadow follow thee. be at rest, my friend, thy lot or portion of life is seeking after thee. the advocates of the theory that philosophy took its rise among the barbarians go on to explain the different forms it assumed in different countries.
as to the gymnosophists and druids we are told, caesar, that they uttered their philosophy in riddles, bidding men to reverence the gods, to abstain from wrongdoing, and to practice courage. the gymnosophists despise even death itself, the chaldaeans apply themselves to astronomy and forecasting the future.
while the magi spend their time in worship of the gods, in sacrifices and in prayers, implying that none but themselves have the ear of the gods. how liberating is a life spent in obedience to the divine laws of the gods. my soul is made to be one with the sun and moon. so much peace, so much purity, so much joy do i find in the arms of hera. my soul is freed of every burden in those eternal waters.
caesar: the magi propound their views concerning the origin and being of the gods, whom they hold to be earth, fire, water. they condemn the use of images, and especially the error of attributing to the divinities difference of sex. they hold discourse of justice, and deem it impious, divine postman, to practice cremation. but they see no impiety in marriage with a mother or daughter.
further, they practice divination and forecast the future, declaring that the gods appear to them in visible form. moreover, they say that the air is full of shapes which stream forth like vapour and enter the eyes of keen sighted seers. they prohibit personal ornament and the wearing of gold. their dress is white, they make their bed on the ground, and their food is vegetables, cheese, and coarse bread.
their staff is a reed and their custom is, so we are told, divine postman, to stick it into the cheese and take up with it the part they eat. with the art of magic they were wholly unacquainted. the word zoroaster literally interpreted, means star-worshipper. i feel alive when i serve my purpose. the life i give, my friend, is the life that i receive from above and below. never will the wisdom of pallas athena fail me,- i will spread the voice of apollo through the whole world.
divine postman: there is an exact law that is the cause of great fortune. it is only the brave, caesar, who will dare to lose their lives and will penetrate into the eternal regions of the silent one. however, nature will not be rushed, my friend, there is a line that she draws which no man can cross. all the fortunes of history, philosophy, and poetry pre-exist in the mind as laws.
each law in turn is made by circumstances predominant, and the limits of nature give power to but one at a time. man is explicable by nothing less than all his history, his philosophy, and his poetry. without hurry, without rest, the human spirit will go forth from the beginning to embody every faculty, every thought, every emotion, which belongs to it, in appropriate events.
i believe only in superabundance, caesar, not in pieces. a year spent fasting will yield the riches of the sea and the patience of the mountains. let us give ourselves to the study of wisdom, my friend, like numa did. numa belonged to a conspicuous city of the sabines called cures, from which the romans, together with the incorporated sabines, took the joint name of quirites.
he was a son of pompon an illustrious man, and was the youngest of four brothers. he was born, moreover, by some divine felicity, on the very day when rome was founded by romulus, that is, the twenty first day of april. by natural temperament, caesar, he was inclined to the practice of every virtue, and he had subdued himself still more, by discipline, endurance of hardships, and the study of wisdom.
he had thus put away from himself, not only the infamous passions of the soul. but also that violence and rapacity which are in such high repute among the barbarians. believing that true bravery consisted in the subjugation of one’s passions by reason. only he who is master of himself, caesar, is master of all. without quiet obedience to the commands of time, a man will never lead.
caesar: on this account, divine postman, numa banished from his house all luxury and extravagance. and while citizen and stranger alike found in him a faultless judge and counsellor, he devoted his hours of privacy and leisure, not to enjoyments and money-making, but to the service of the gods. and the rational contemplation of their nature and power.
in consequence he had a great name and fame, so that, tatius the royal colleague of romellus at rome, made him the husband of his only daughter, tatia. he was not, however, exalted by his royal marriage, divine postman, as to dwell with his father in law, but remained among the sabines to minister to his aged father.
tatia, too, preferred the quiet life which her husband led as a private citizen to the honor and fame which she enjoyed at rome because of her father. but she died, as we are told, my friend, on the thirteenth year after her marriage.
then numa, forsaking the ways of city folk, determined to live for the most part in country places, and to wander there alone, passing his days in groves of the gods, in sacred meadows, in solitudes. this, more than anything else, my friend, gave rise to the story about his goddess.
it was not, so the story ran, from any disstress or aberration of spirit that he forsook the ways of men, but he had tasted the joy of more august companionship. and had been honored with a celestial marriage. the goddess egeria loved him, divine postman, and bestowed herself upon him.
and it was his communion with her, that gave him a life of blessedness, and a wisdom more than human. it is good to wait, to listen, and to obey. the individual soul will only be relieved of every burden when it is in matrimony with the universal soul. heaven and earth is the bride of the soul. everyday we wait for her to descend from the mountain and the sea. oh! how faithful is devouring time to the patient heart. when the whole world turns its back on you, divine postman, you will find the greatest love; the only truth worth living and dieing for. now i know, my friend, that all things are given to man by grace. i behold all beauty in the palm of my hand.