Spencer Heath Archive

Item 144

Pencil by Heath on notepad paper. Hard to read, may not be correctly transcribed.

Before World War II?

Truth

Sends her rays into many shades.

We bring her into our cause,

Enslave her to our doing good and warring on evil.

The more of truth the more of power to war

Then Beauty breaks upon our fitful dreams.

We may not answer her but when we do —

She is not good — she asks no sacrifice and no remuneration,

nor offers any reward

She is not Truth — All truth is relative — for she is

absolute

We cannot seize her for a boon nor use her for a light

When we cease doing conscious good (or evil)

When we cease seeking light

Then she fills us with something ineffable. We lose all sense of