My reader need hardly be told that theological grounds do not count with me. I want nothing less than a faith founded upon a rock, faith in the con stitution of things. The various man-made creeds are fictitious, like the constellations Orion, Cas siopeia's Chair, the Big Dipper; the only thing real in them is the stars, and the only thing real in the creeds is the soul's aspiration toward the Infinite. This abides, though creeds and dogmas change or vanish.