III
The night waned, the stars paled in the sky. Suddenly the touchstone of the morning light tinged everything with gold. A cry spread from mouth to mouth—
“Here is the herald!”
I bowed my head and asked, “Is he coming?”
The answer seemed to burst from all sides, “Yes.”
Mind grew troubled and said, “The dome of my building is not yet finished, nothing is in order.”
A voice came from the sky, “Pull down your building!”
“But why?” asked Mind.
“Because to-day is the day of the Coming, and your building is in the way.”