We do not seek to shine in the firmament of literature. We do not compete for a place among great writers. It is enough for this pen if it can communicate something of the knowledge we have gleaned, the consciousness we have gained of the possibilities of a transcendental existence for men. If therefore we are accused, as we often are accused by academic metaphysicians, disdainful mystics, superior yogis, and highbrow literateurs, of being nothing better than a journalist, we humbly plead guilty. Only it should be added in fairness that we have something quite celestial to report. Are these writings less true because they refuse to wear the sedate dress of academic respectability or because they refuse to conform to the stiff obsolete and feeble style which is supposed to be natural for mystics, metaphysicians, and philosophers? Are they to be condemned, as some reviewers have condemned them, because their ideas are conceived and expressed with an almost journalistic plainness of appeal to the man in the street? If this is to be the era of the common man, if the war has brought his right to a fuller life to belated recognition, if the higher teachings of mysticism and philosophy are to be placed at last within his grasp, are we not serving him by striving to make the abstruse simple, the abstract understandable, and the metaphysical interesting?
-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 2 : Philosophy and Contemporary Culture > # 37
