O concourse of the kindreds of the earth! This is the day
whereon nothing amongst all things, nor any name amongst all names, can profit
you save through this Name which God hath made the Manifestation of His Cause
and the Dayspring of His Most Excellent Titles unto all who are in the kingdom
of creation. Blessed is that man that hath recognized the fragrance of the
All-Merciful and been numbered with the steadfast. Your sciences shall not
profit you in this day, nor your arts, nor your treasures, nor your glory. Cast
them all behind your backs, and set your faces towards
the Most Sublime Word through which the Scriptures and the Books and this lucid
Tablet have been distinctly set forth. Cast away, O people, the things ye have
composed with the pen of your idle fancies and vain imaginings. By God! The
Daystar of Knowledge hath shone forth above the horizon of certitude.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Epistle to Son of the Wolf’)
