it drew near to the Warmth of Loving Hearts. Rarely did anyone forsake the
Camp of the Light. Deserters were becoming ever harder to find, and it was now
almost impossible to win over to the dark side anyone who had recognized the
true value of Divine Love.
- The Flame did not die out. Rather, it shone ever more gently, illumining the
world with a steady Light. Balance was established on the planet. The scale-pans
were gradually stabilized, manifesting a balance of power...
Everything lay low, held in abeyance: the darkness was afraid of making a
single step towards the Light, for she could easily be dissolved in the fervent
embrace of the Flame; nor did the Light advance, for he had no right to attack or
to impose his warmth or the Light of Love upon the unwilling. Light responds
only to the Call, and does so in the twinkling of an eye, filling the crying Heart
with generous currents of Love...
The two huge pans of the scales were being held by the Invisible Hand of
Humanity, which was free to place into them either evil or good, calling upon the
forces of either the darkness or the Light. All the Worlds stood still, awaiting the
Final Choice that the people of the Earth, now divided and clustering at two
opposite poles, were obliged to make. Humanity was deciding its destiny... The
Gods stood still and, just for a moment, stopped the motion of the rotating Wheel
of Time.