But when "the seasons" play such a pre-eminent rôle in the life we live that they determine life itself, how does it come about that millions of thinking beings see them merely as automatic functions brought into existence as a result of chance? Indeed, do they see anything but chance in everything that is created and has come into existence around Man? Is it not true that the great majority of people, even in the middle of the radiant, mild nature of summer, with all its splendours, do not feel anything other than indignation, anger or downright hate against someone or other? Are there not many people today in despair about something or other? Some feel profound sorrow and others exult in abnormal joys. Some wallow in gluttony and drunkenness, while others are dying of hunger and disease. Some go around with feelings of jealousy or envy, while others are filled with depression. But when people have such attitudes, are weighed down by all these troubles, it is not so strange that summer's revelation of light or the passage of God over the continents takes place without these depressed beings seeing or noticing anything. But does one believe that all these beautiful splendours of summer are manifested or revealed in order that they should not be seen or experienced? Does one not think that the meaning of life is that the splendours should be experienced to the full by every living being in these areas?