Every thought carries with its own vibration just as every key on the piano has its own tone. The vibration sent out by each man must first go through his body, for he is the instrument, an on him is engraved the eternal record of the divine melody he creates or the eternal discord and confusion he pounds forth. And since vibration is the reality, or the eternal substance of existance, man himself is creator. He creates every conditon on earth- good or bad. He, in a way, creates himself- a record of eternal glory, a master of all conditions, all harmony, perfection and success or a groveling thing of darkness, confusion and failure.
Man know thyself, for in thee is hidden the treasure of treasures.