“Isn’t that a relative term?” he said. “From one point of view, certainly; but not necessarily from all.”
“And … and what’s the good of it?”
The medium smiled a little.
“That’s a question we soon cease to ask. You must remember that we hardly know anything at all yet. But one thing seems more and more certain the more we investigate, and that is that our point of view is not the only one, nor even the principal one. Christianity, I fancy, says the same thing, does it not? The ‘glory of God,’ whatever that may be, comes before even the ‘salvation of souls.’ ”
Laurie wrenched his attention once more to a focus.
“Then I was in danger?” he said.
“Certainly. We are always in danger—”
“You mean, if I hadn’t prayed—”
“Ah! that is another question. … But, in short, if you hadn’t succeeded in getting past—well, you’d have failed.”
Again there fell a silence.
It seemed to Laurie as if his world were falling about him. Yet he was far from sure whether it were not all an illusion. But the extreme quietness and confidence of this man in enunciating these startling theories had their effect. It was practically impossible for the boy to sit here, still nervous from his experience, and hear, unmoved, this apparently reasonable and connected account of things that were certainly incomprehensible on any other hypothesis. His remembrance of the very startling uniqueness of his dream was still vivid. … Surely it all fitted in … yet. …