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the seers and spiritually-minded come to be such because they found
themselves differing in some wise from their fellows, and dwelling on
that difference had their minds turned inward. Progress in thought and
imagination naturally followed, with the result that these were lifted
above the majority and came thereby to larger vision. Failure may well
be the measure of extension in a new dimension.
The significance of the much fumbling and groping of earth's creatures
is the desire for a larger outlook. Man has to feel his way out of a
three-fold world even as the worm out of his hole. That we are hearing
much of the principle of relativity is perhaps the best indication we
have that the collective human consciousness is about to enter a higher
dimension. So long as man knew only an absolute good was his world a
definitely determined world. Now that the question of relative values
obtrudes itself on every side the range of consciousness promises to be
infinite.

Man's interest having in these latter days become largely centered on
value-judgments and estimates of worth, an exposition affords perhaps
the most general application of the principle of relativity, bringing it
home to the collective mind in an intimately human way as nothing else
could: - With nation vying with nation and individual with individual in
all of the arts and crafts of human industry, absolute standards must
needs vanish, and with their going we may be able to set up such a
distribution of values as will give new direction to our efforts. However
that may be, the industrial competition to which, in the last analysis, the
Exposition owes its inception, is pushing many aside from the beaten
highways into hitherto unexplored regions of thought and endeavor,
and who is to say that we may not in consequence find a direction quite
at right angles to all of our wonted ways of thinking. Certainly there
could be no more fitting occasion for the launching of a new
thought-form than a great international exposition.

The Fourth-Dimensional Aspects of the Panama-Pacific International
Exposition
And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of
three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star. Consider it well:
each tone of our scale in itself is naught: It is everywhere in the world -
loud, soft, and all is said: Give it to me to use! I mix it with two in my
thought: And there! Ye have heard and seen: consider and bow the
head!
- Browning.
The Panama-Pacific International Exposition is best seen in its
fourth-dimensional aspect when approached through the Gateway of
Memory. This is what one might expect, for that entrance alone has the
requisite geometrical structure. You will recall having heard, I am sure,
how in the fourth dimension a person may go in and out of a locked
room at his pleasure with bolts and bars untouched. Broad and open as
is this Gate of Memory, when you pass its portals the wall closes
behind you; there is no visible opening to mark the spot of your entry.
A feeling of detachment comes over you. This is augmented by the
burst of light and color that flashes across the field of your vision, and
for the first time you understand the purport of those 'banners yellow,
glorious, golden' which 'do float and flow.' They seem to bear you on

breezes of their own creating to the freedom of outer spaces. What you
had taken for the flauntings of festivity are become the heralds of
hyperspace.
As you wend your way down the Avenue of Time you feel an
inexpressive lightness, a sensation of being lifted out of yourself. The
moment seems unique. Things are unrelated. There is no concern of
proportion. The place is one of immediacy. You wander from the
ephemeral to the ephemeral. 'Time is,' you say, in childish glee. And
you hasten to assemble images as many and as disparate as possible,
believing that you are drinking life at its fountain head. The outer world
presents itself to your consciousness in the form of facts in
juxtaposition. You read guide-books and rejoice in the acquisition of
knowledge. Gradually through the perception of the same
phantasmagoria comes an at-oneness with your fellows. You are caught
up in the swirl of a larger self.
Soon you weary of the heterogeneous. The Zone of Consciousness
stands revealed in all its grotesqueness. 'Time is,' you cry, but to give
thought its impulse, and you hasten on if perchance you may discover
the direction of the life-principle. What you had taken for reality is but
its cross-section - so does this empirical realm stand to the higher world
of your spirit, even as a plane to