That Is The True Definition Of Sin;

Man Is A Spiritual Intelligence, Who Has Taken Flesh With The Object Of Gaining Experience In Worlds Below The Spiritual, In Order That He May Be Able To Master And To Rule Them, And In Later Ages Take His Place In The Creative And Directing Hierarchies Of The Universe.

In Literature And In Art, Alike, This Gloomy Fashion Of Regarding Death Has Been Characteristic Of Christianity. Death Has Been Painted As A Skeleton Grasping A Scythe, A Grinning Skull, A Threatening Figure With Terrible Face And Uplifted Dart, A Bony Scarecrow Shaking An Hourglass - All That Could Alarm And Repel Has Been Gathered Round This Rightly-named King Of Terrors.

Never Yet Has A God Been Defined In Terms Which Were Not Palpably Self-contradictory And Absurd; Never Yet Has A God Been Described So That A Concept Of Him Was Made Possible To Human Thought.

The Divine Life Is The Spirit In Everything That Exists, From The Atom To The Archangel; The Grain Of Dust Could Not Be Were God Absent From It; The Loftiest Seraph Is But A Spark From The Eternal Fire, Which Is God. Sharers In One Life All Form One Brotherhood. The Immanence Of God, The Solidarity Of Man, Such Are The Basic Truths Of Theosophy.

We Have No Right To Pick Out All That Is Noblest And Fairest In Man, To Project These Qualities Into Space, And To Call Them God. We Only Thus Create An Ideal Figure, A Purified, Ennobled, 'magnified' Man.