"Cleave Ever To The Sunnier Side Of Doubt"

Context: A venerable sage a thousand years before the time of Christ speaks to a follower. He points to a gushing spring of water and says that its source is not here, but high up–not merely in the hills, nor yet in the clouds, but in the heavens where the clouds are moulded. The follower has a scroll in which is written a poem, the essence of which is that the things of this earth owe their existence to a nameless power that is never seen nor heard. The Nameless, says the sage, is in all things; if he removed himself, everything would vanish, even though he had never spoken to man. The follower cannot prove the existence of the Nameless; he cannot prove the existence of the world in which he lives; he cannot prove that he is a body, soul, or a combination of the two; he cannot prove that he is either mortal or immortal; he cannot prove that the sage is not another part of himself, holding a dialogue with himself. In fact, since nothing worthy of being proved can be either proved or disproved, he will do well to cleave to the better side of things that he doubts, because faith always sees the best in the world, even though it may be cloaked with the worst.

Thou canst not prove the Nameless, O my son,
Nor canst thou prove the world thou movest in,
Thou canst not prove that thou art body alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art spirit alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art both in one:
Thou canst not prove thou art immortal, no
Nor yet that thou art mortal–nay, my son,
Thou canst not prove that I, who speak with thee,
Am not thyself in converse with thyself,
For nothing worthy proving can be proven,
Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise,
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!