Moments come when we feel outside time, seized by a longing, moved by an image, in touch with invisible voices. We realize that we do not live in one world only. As Rilke says, "we are grasped by what we cannot grasp..." Something beyond life lives within life and calls the soul... Repair of the soul ("the damage I have done to myself," as Kabir says) and focus on the job at hand are only half; a man has metaphysical tasks, too. Unless his spirit ventures toward the invisible, a man will be unable to perform the daily round with purpose. He will have little joy, only duty--and rebelliousness. The deepest cause of our discontent and our confused yearnings is the loss of Paradise. The human soul needs anchoring in something beyond itself, in that vision which is the ground of all initiations, a vision which hints that life on earth reflects ideals of perfection.