True joy is the consciousness of sincerely and purely doing one's utter best and giving one's total effort to drawing near to God; to being like Him; to doggedly fighting the flesh in all its wide range of defiling ramifications -- from the slightest impatience to the deepest licentiousness; and to a life of fulltime service to God, the Truth, and the Brotherhood. This, and this alone, is the "Peace of God that passeth all understanding." Short of this, there is no peace, no satisfaction, no happiness, no sense of perfect, Divine, transcedent rest. All else is sham and delusion and deception -- vanity, vexation, a bitter, meaningless striving for wind. This and this alone is life: the one narrow little doorway out of the dark, empty present into the brilliant warmth and sunshine of the illimitable glories of eternity. How few find it!

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