It is something of a mystery, but also a matter of some self-reproach and embarrassment, that I, like perchance a few others, continue to blink open my eyes each morning to the hideous Medusa of mortal mind and with an almost familial toleration of its destructive and malevolent nature. It wants me dead, and yet I proceed matin after matin to eat contentedly a bowl of cereal in its corrosive presence. Of course I work and pray to overcome false belief and to be a better Christian Scientist, but there doubtless remains the subtle attraction to think too much "of many things:/Of shoes--and ships--and sealing wax--/Of cabbages--and kings--/And why the sea is boiling hot--/And whether pigs have wings." (Lewis Carroll, "Alice Through the Looking Glass")
Just because I'm not goldbricking--at least I hope not--doesn't mean I can venture out to meet the Adversary with a butter knife in one hand and in the other one of those pistols that has a flag which drops down saying "Bang!" when the trigger is pulled. Notebooks full of comforting, well-thumbed quotations and truths which have become little more than bromides won't do. A deeper--far deeper--spiritual sense of the word is needed, desperately needed. Not frantic page turning, but more watchful, prayerful, patient, and humble awareness of God's omnipresence and omnipotence. More of the spiritual pectin of grace would doubtless help Truth, Life, and Love to "jell" in consciousness. Too many undigested truths can race around in restless and unimproved thought, elbowing and tripping each other like so many Stooges in a metaphysical roller derby.
In some of us--well, speaking for myself--there inhabits, in spite of wonderful intentions, a bit too much of grand Oblomov (the hero of a novel of that name by Goncharov), of well-intentioned indolence. No, of course I don't set out to strike a convivial pose with the devil, but Mrs. Eddy's warnings about animal magnetism and aggressive mental suggestion must be resolutely locked and loaded in consciousness. Mrs. Eddy wrote in "Miscellany" (241: 6-9) about the need for being alert to mortal mind's attempts to undermine advancement where class instruction is concerned. It seems to me her admonition could just as easily apply to any Christlike endeavor we are inspired to undertake.