Only the man who holds his brother's hand can see the Door in truth..
The Master: And dost thou see the Door, O Chela in the light?
The neophyte: I see the door and hear a calling voice. What should I do, O Master of my life?
The Master: Go through that Door and waste not time in backward glances at the road just trodden. Go forward into light.
The neophyte: The door is far too narrow, O Master of my life. I fear I cannot pass. [345]
The Master: Go closer to the Door and take the hand in thine of another pilgrim on the way of life. Go closer to the Door; seek not to enter it alone.
The neophyte: I cannot see the door, now that I grasp the hand of the brother on the right and the brother on the left. I seem surrounded by the pilgrims on the way. Alike they seem, their note is one; they seem like unto me, and press around on every side. I cannot see the door.
The Master: Move forward on the Path, O pilgrim in the light, and stand together, hand in hand, before the Door of Light. What seest thou?
The neophyte: The door again appears, and wide it seems, not narrow as before. What was that I saw before? It was not like the door which now confronts this band of brothers as we stand together on the Path.
The Master: The door you saw before was a figment of your mind; a thought-form of your separative creation, something that cuts you off from truth - too narrow for your passing yet full of wrong allure. Only the man who holds his brother's hand can see the Door in truth; only the man, surrounded by the many who are one, can enter by that Door which shuts itself upon the man who seeks to enter it alone."