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Read this to gain some intuition about the difference between supervised and unsupervised learning.
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Read this to gain some intuition on how generative adversarial networks solve problems.
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This book explores the question of why some regions of the world developed and expanded faster than others.
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A book about psychological truths that we tend to pretend don’t exist but are more or less obvious, much like the saying “the elephant in the room”. Hence the title, the elephant in the brain.
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This book touches on the recent developments in some American universities, and try to identify some of the causal mechanisms that give rise to the “… new problems on campus, [which] have their origins in three terrible ideas that have become increasingly woven into American childhood and education: What doesn’t kill you makes you weaker; always trust your feelings; and life is a battle between good people and evil people. These three Great Untruths contradict basic psychological principles about well-being and ancient wisdom from many cultures. Embracing these untruths—and the resulting culture of safetyism—interferes with young people’s social, emotional, and intellectual development. It makes it harder for them to become autonomous adults who are able to navigate the bumpy road of life.”
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• Statistical models consistently outperform - and are much more consistent - than experts in low validity environments. Example: for medical school admissions, adding interviews at the end and giving interviewers the final say of who’s accepted injects bias and uncertainties into the process, and the quality of candidates generally suffers as a result
• Questions in an interview should be as objective as possible. It has been shown that scores accumulated from these more objective results can make useful predictions, whereas results based purely on somewhat unstructured interviews aren’t predictive of future success. Objective questions are also better guides for intuitive judgements - which perform on par with the scoring mechanism
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This book sees how religion evolved alongside humans, from hunter gatherer tribes to civilizations. More emphasis on the monotheist Abrahamic religions.
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This book touches on the recent developments in some American universities, and tries to identify some of the causal mechanisms that give rise to the “… new problems on campus, [which] have their origins in three terrible ideas that have become increasingly woven into American childhood and education: What doesn’t kill you makes you weaker; always trust your feelings; and life is a battle between good people and evil people. These three Great Untruths contradict basic psychological principles about well-being and ancient wisdom from many cultures. Embracing these untruths—and the resulting culture of safetyism—interferes with young people’s social, emotional, and intellectual development. It makes it harder for them to become autonomous adults who are able to navigate the bumpy road of life.”
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A book about psychological truths that we tend to pretend don’t exist but are more or less obvious, much like the saying “the elephant in the room”. Hence the title, the elephant in the brain.
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This book sees how religion evolved alongside humans, from hunter gatherer tribes to civilizations. More emphasis on the monotheist Abrahamic religions.
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This book explores the question of why some regions of the world developed and expanded faster than others.
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A book about happiness that uses a clever metaphor to describe the conflict between primitive motives and conscious thought.
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Cosmos, Carl Sagan
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When encountered with inevitable “loss” (a loved one, youth, etc.), think of it instead as returned.
It was never yours in the first place; you don’t own what you can’t control.
Be grateful for it while it’s there; accept it when it goes.
Book notes 2022/2023 P1
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How to create a good habit
The 1st Law: Make It Obvious
1.1: Fill out the Habits Scorecard. Write down your current habits to
become aware of them.
1.2: Use implementation intentions: “I will (BEHAVIOR] at TIME] in
[LOCATION].’
1.3: Use habit stacking: “After [CURRENT HABIT], I will [NEW
HABIT.
1.4: Design your environment. Make the cues of good habits obvious
and visible.
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The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
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Drunk, Edward Slingerland
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Book notes 2024 p3
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A fundamental postulate of sociology is that a human institution cannot rest upon error and falsehood; if it did, it could not endure. If it had not been grounded in the nature of things, those very things would hinder its perpetuation.
Disagree. Institutions can rest in falsehood, so long as that falsehood provides an adaptive benefit. In the short term, this can work; it’s true, however, that long term those falsehoods will clash with reality. The human condition itself—the biological condition even—is rested on falsehood: each biological agent acts under the inherent assumption that they—or their offspring—are the most important biological agent there is. Otherwise, they would cease to exist.
“Religious conceptions aim above all to express and explain not what is exceptional and abnormal but what is constant and regular.”
This reminds of an analogy Tolstoy made, where what is remembered by history is that which grabs the most attention (the exceptional and abnormal). History is like a forest, and the attention grabbing stuff is what we see on the horizon of the forest’s surface (the leaves and trunks), and to characterize a forest by its leaves is to miss the dense activity that occurs beneath.
Religions do not require belief in spiritual beings. Consider Buddhism, with its four noble truths: 1) the existence of suffering is tied to the perpetual change of things; 2) suffering is caused by desire; 3) the only way to end suffering is to suppress desire; and 4) uprightness, meditation, and wisdom (full knowledge of the doctrine) must be followed to approach nirvana.
Desire implies that there is a time (that is not the present) at which you will be more happy, which means you must be less happy with the present.
A fundamental religious belief is the duality of the sacred and profane. Man creates a chasm between these two, for if they mingle the water is muddied and confusion is introduced in what to strive for or avoid, but they both also need each other, for without the profane there would be no need for the sacred, and the worship of the sacred is what defines religions.
Yin and yang
Animism
One theory for animism involves the idea of souls (that can posses us or others) arising due dreaming. Used as a way to explain dreaming, the theory goes that the soul roams around while the dreamer sleeps. Durkheim refutes this. Our dreams involve others, but if we were to ask others whether their souls saw ours in the dream, the dreams wouldn’t coincide. Also, just because we don’t understand something, doesn’t mean we feel the need to explain it. The Sun was thought to be only several feet in diameter for much of humanity’s history. If the unknown about something does nothing to hinder us, the unknown can remain hidden for all we care.
“While the Australian has quite a strong inclination to represent his totem, he does not do so in order to have a portrait before his eyes that perpetually renews the sensation of it; he does so simply because he feels the need to represent the idea he has by means of an outward physical sign, no matter what that sign may be.”
Early totems were and symboles derived from it were not precise for some Australians like they were in America. Symbols could even change, but the clan members’ attitudes towards it would remain constant.
In early Australian totemism, “cults are juxtaposed but not interpenetrating. The totem of a clan is fully sacred only for that clan…Each of them is imagined as being irreducible to similar groups that are radically discontinuous with it and constitutions what amounts to a distinct realm. Under these conditions, it would occur to no one that these heterogeneous worlds were only different manifestations of one and the same fundamental force.”
Much like the religious landscape of today.
During these congregations, participants often get carried away. Typical taboos , like the intermingling of the sexes (which during normal times remain separate), trading of wives, and the odd engagement in incestuous relations (which are normally strictly forbidden)
Sounds like the typical rave
“When the civilizing hero Mangakunjerkunja gave a personal churinga to each member of the Kangaroo clan, he spoke these words: ‘Here is the body of a kangaroo.’ In this way, the churinga is the body of the ancestor, the actual individual, and the totemic animal, all at once.”
Similar to Christianity, where participants are given the body of Christ. Also similar to the holy trinity, where the ancestor is like the father, the individual the son, and the totemic animal the Holy Spirit. The force connecting the three is God, or, equivalently, the society
“The determinism that reigns in that world of representations is thus far more supple than the determinism that is roots in our flesh-and-blood constitution, and it leaves the agent with a justified impression of greater liberty.”
Religious and profane life do not cohere. To establish authority, the sacred must be established in space—temples or sanctuaries—and in time—holy days. These delineations in space and time make the sacred more tangible; separating the greatness of the group from the feebleness of the individuals. Utility for the group versus utility for individuals.
The delineations can blend into each other. One can perform personal religious rites at home or daily. But these will always be second tier to rites performed in temples or on holy days.
“Cause is force before it has manifested the power that is in it. Effect is the same power, but actualized.”
Potential energy versus kinetic.
The physical efficacy of religious practices ascribed by the faithful is an interpretation that masks their true function: “to remake individually and groups morally.” That is, to sustain and proliferate the identity of the group.
Think religious wears: hijabs or turbans; circumcision; baptism; fasts: ramadan, lent.
Group mythology revitalizes the collective spirit and maintains collective beliefs, generally by recounting stories of past. The further back the story goes and the more formidable the feats, the more inspired one’s faith.
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“I have no real friends in all the Worlds.” - Vaishravana (God of material wealth)
“Others have laboured, and you have entered into their labour.”
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“Love that is kindled by virtue, will, in another, find reply, as long as that love’s flame appears without.”
Love flourishes when service is done for others, done for the without
Virgil talks of the first circle of hell from which he resides, referring to it as a “blind prison.” Reminiscent of Plato’s cave.
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“Even the wisest people are roused to rage, which trickles into you sweeter than honey, and inside your body it swells like smoke…” (18.135-139)
Very similar to the Buddha quote: Anger is like a honey-tipped arrow with a poison root.
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“Essential categories are independent, unitary, and continuous. They exist without any dependence on anything other than themselves for existence. This includes their lack of dependence on perceptions or thoughts, which is why essentialism must entail a metaphysical (i.e., nonempirical) claim.”
The essence of something cannot be confirmed by perceptions, it exists independent of them.
“The object-subject divide, when reified, gives rise to all kind of logical problems, and several practical problems besides. To remove it is to remove potentially unnecessary (and sometimes unhelpful) conceptual baggage. In other words, contingentism invites us to live without certain familiar but dubious assumptions, thus potentially enriching our lives as well as our views of the lives of other beings.”
I agree that removing these dualistic assumptions seems to approach truth, but what kinds of problems will arise from their removal? Could it create more problems than it solves?
Signal transduction: “The [ORGANISM] [SENSES AND RESPONDS] to the [ENVIRONMENT].”
“The search for fundamental particles—conceived of as the ‘building block of atoms’—can be a search for something indivisible. Space-occupying particles can always be decomposed—if not empirically, then rationally—into even smaller parts.”
As per Einstein, matter itself (i.e., some aggregation of mass) is really energy in a more concentrated form.
Just as two magnets of same pole are brought together, and there is a repellent field holding them apart, we could consider their boundaries to actually extend beyond their visible surfaces to include a ‘field’, which is just air. “This is in a crude sense how we might imagine atoms, bounding them as spheres, thought the sphere has no surface but is simply a way of describing how close two nuclei might be able to come to one another. In that sense, the space-filling property of atoms does not describe its own ‘actual volume’ calculated from some bounded surface; rather, volume is relative, in that it is the relation between nuclei.”
The volume of some ‘fundamental’ particle depends on its relation with other particles, which makes it non-fundamental
“[A process such as the establishment of the first law of thermodynamics] does not describe a prior separation from and subsequent revelation of the structure of the universe as it is. Such a process is better described as a full participation in a universe that is rendered explicable, predictable, and understandable by virtue of the participation. It is our very intimacy with and participation in ‘what is’ that gives rise to this very real, regular, and predictable world.”
Is the first law an inherent property of the universe? Or is it just a pattern, a regularity also immersed in the universe which we participate within? Was the first law revealed to us, or did our participation render it so? Doesn’t this imply some causality…?
To preserve the vastness of what is is (existence itself), we try to assert its independence from us. But that ironically constrains the vastness by imposing assumptions upon it (whether it be “a something” or “a nothing”). It also assumes what it means for “what is” to be, like for it to be independent. “Contingentism helps preserve the vastness of what is by questioning these very assumptions.”
Norbert Wiener, the father of cybernetics, wrote in 1948 that “Information is information, not matter or energy.” Information was thus described as its own quantity, with sensing being a kind of information processing.
Deeply wrong
“Energy is associated with the chemical bonds of the atoms in gasoline. So this chemical energy is associated with the relationship of the atoms. But most often you like to say that there is energy in your gallon of gasoline.” - David Jeffrey
So there is a potential of energy—a potential of movement—associated with the chemical structure. That energy is contingent on those chemical bonds—it depends on them (among other things, such as their ignition)
If we see the world as:
“In either case, the confusion is created by thinking of energy and form as separable from one another, when they are not.
Energy and information are not two separate things.
The physical-psychological divide:
What if we could have both?
The contingentist account of sensing describes phenomena not as intrinsically existing, nor as interacting, reactive, or changed or transformed over time. The contingentist contends that phenomena arise anew each instant, and this “arising anew” occurs dependently—“that is, phenomena bring each other newly into being in each instant.”
“What do organisms depend on? They depend on delineations of distinct spatial boundaries and temporal continuity. The organism-as-subject depends on the sense that experiences arise from a locus, whether material or immaterial. Finally, whereas the organism-as-object depends on material and energy flows, the organism-as-subject depends additionally on the experience of the nexus of such flows as a separate, intrinsically existent thing.”
“The world is not an illusion.”
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To feel one’s way out of the mystery of consciousness, one must find that the key lies not in “the stuff out of which brains are made, but the patterns that can come to exist inside the stuff of a brain.”
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“An embodied being can never relinquish actions completely; to relinquish the results of actions is all that can be required.”
One cannot live without acting. But one can live without being attached to outcome and inhabiting earnestly the present
Happiness
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“You live in illusions and the appearance of things. There is a Reality, you are that Reality. When you recognize this you will realize that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all.” - Kalu Rinpoche
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#The Tao of Physics, Fritjof Capra
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“Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.”
“And all their helms of silver hovering side by side
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find one more,
Being by Cavalry’s turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.”
Those that I fight I do not hate,
That that I guard I do not love,
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A lonely impulse of delight
Drew me to this tumult of clouds;
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Discovered that my thoughts, not it,
Are but a narrow pound.
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There’s not a thing but love can make
The world a narrow pound.
‘Though logic-choppers rule the town,
And every man and maid and boy
Has marked a distant object down,
And aimless joy is a pure joy,’
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‘And wisdom is a butterfly
And not a gloomy bird of prey.
If little planned is little sinned
But little need the grave distress.
What’s dying but a second wind?
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Knowledge he shall unwind
Through victories of the mind,
Till, clambering at the cradle-side,
He dreams himself his mother’s pride,
All knowledge lost in trance
Of sweeter ignorance.
On the grey rock of Cashel I suddenly saw
A Sphinx with woman breast and lion paw,
A Buddha, hand at rest,
Hand lifted up that blest;
And right between these two a girl at play
That, it may be, had danced her life away,
For now being dead it seemed
That she of dancing dreamed.
Although I saw it all in the mind’s eye
There can be nothing solider till I die;
I saw it by the moon’s light
Now at its fifteenth night.
One lashed her tail; her eyes lit by the moon
Gazed upon all things known, all things unknown,
In triumph of intellect
With motionless head erect.
That other’s moonlit eyeballs never moved,
Being fixed on all things loved, all things unloved,
Yet little peace he had,
For all that love are sad.
O little did they care who danced between,
And little she by whom her dance was seen
So she had outdanced thought.
Body perfection brought,
For what but eye and ear silence the mind
With the minute particulars of mankind?
Mind moved yet seemed to stop
As ’twere a spinning-top.
In contemplation had those three so wrought
Upon a moment, and so stretched it out
That they, time overthrown,
Were dead yet flesh and bone
“Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is, and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.”
VII
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Give place to an indifferent multitude, give place
To brazen hawks. Nor self-delighting reverie,
Nor hate of what’s to come, nor pity for what’s gone,
Nothing but grip of claw, and the eye’s complacency,
The innumerable clanging wings that have put out the moon.”
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Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
I could recover if I shrieked
My heart’s agony
To passing bird, but I am dumb
From human dignity
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Such thought, that in it bound
I need no other thing,
Wound in mind’s wandering
As mummies in the mummy-cloth are wound.
II.
My Self. A living man is blind and drinks his drop.
What matter if the ditches are impure?
What matter if I live it all once more?
Endure that toil of growing up;
The ignominy of boyhood; the distress
Of boyhood changing into man;
The unfinished man and his pain
Brought face to face with his own clumsiness;
The finished man among his enemies?—
How in the name of Heaven can he escape
That defiling and disfigured shape
The mirror of malicious eyes
Casts upon his eyes until at last
He thinks that shape must be his shape?
And what’s the good of an escape
If honour find him in the wintry blast?
I am content to live it all again
And yet again, if it be life to pitch
Into the frog-spawn of a blind man’s ditch,
A blind man battering blind men;
Or into that most fecund ditch of all,
The folly that man does
Or must suffer, if he woos
A proud woman not kindred of his soul.
I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.
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I declare this tower is my symbol; I declare
This winding, gyring, spiring treadmill of a stair is my ancestral stair;
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We that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out,
Like milk spilt on a stone.
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And half a dozen in formation there,
That seemed to whirl upon a compass-point,
Found certainty upon the dreaming air
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His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather
On throat & breast & wings vibrates with the effluence Divine.
All Nature listens silent to him, & the awful Sun
Stands still upon the Mountain looking on this little Bird
With eyes of soft humility & wonder, love & awe.
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Thou perceivest the Flowers out forth their precious Odours,
And none can tell how from so small a center comes such sweets,
Forgetting that within that Center Eternity expands
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.’
‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all cover’d with sheep.’
‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leapèd and shoutèd and laugh’d
And all the hills echoèd.
Youth of delight! come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
And feel–they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
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From the depths of dark solitude. From
The eternal abode in my holiness,
Hidden set apart in my stern counsels
Reserv’d for the days of futurity,
I have sought for a joy without pain,
For a solid without fluctuation
Why will you die O Eternals?
Why live in unquenchable burnings?
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Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
Mock on, mock on; ‘tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again.
And every sand becomes a gem
Reflected in the beams divine;
Blown back they blind the mocking eye,
But still in Israel’s paths they shine.
The Atoms of Democritus
And Newton’s Particles of Light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright.
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“Randomness is merely the limit case of order, which is the universal norm. Indeed, true randomness is a theoretical construct that does not exist.”
Simplicity is the limit case of complexity, which is the norm, where complexity is cleaved off in an attempt to make the unintelligible intelligible. Simplicity is always a feature of the model, not of the reality modelled
Summary of hemisphere differences
The LH is optimistic, lacking insights to its limitations; the RH is realistic, but tends towards pessimism
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“The musician does not only manipulate the instrument like a separate object, but lives in it like a limb and inhabits the expressive musical space it opens.” - Behnke
Three phases of creativity:
“[The subliminal self] knows better how to divine than the conscious self, since it succeeds where that has failed. In a word, is not the subliminal self superior to the conscious self?” — Poincaré
“You are a philosopher, Dr Johnson. I have tried too in my time to be a philosopher; but, I don’t know how, cheerfulness was always breaking in.” (Boswel, Life of Johnson)
Three RH functions impacted by schizophrenia (and modern culture): sustained attention, the ability to read faces, and empathy
One schizophrenic patient described by Saas reported that ‘the world consists of tools, and … everything that we glance at has some utilization.’
LH dominated activity leads to a loss of uniqueness (and thus uncertainty) in exchange for increased generality and perceived certainty, where uniqueness is transmuted into abstract categories. People lose their individuality and become typical of a certain class of people.
“Let us, then, understand our condition: we are something and we are not everything. Such being as we have removes us from knowledge of first principles, which arise out of nothingness. And the smallness of our being conceals from us the sight of the infinite.” — Pascal
Truth as a process of revealing itself to us only through our experience. The Greek word for truth, aletheia, literally means ‘un-forgetting’
Example of epigenetics: a fruit fly was stressed during development (the pupae were heat shocked) leading to abnormal wing veins. In 14 generations of consecutive heat shocking, the next generation inherited the abnormality even without heat shocking, meaning the gene had been altered directly by the environment, i.e., not only by random mutation.
In regards to scientific papers, “the heavy acronymic jargon of research papers seems to me to present an almost impenetrable barrier to anyone other than the most highly specialized reader, and even then, if they are to get anything out of the exercise, they must have a huge capacity to tolerate boredom.”
Acts are still important, ‘by their fruits ye shall know them’, but these fruits consistently arise out of the being, and a good intentioned being is more likely to produce fruits over the long run, even if sometimes they don’t
So. Good.
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“Few are his pleasures: if his eyes have now Been doomed so long to settle upon earth, That not without some effort they behold The countenance of the horizontal sun, Rising or setting, let the light at least Find a free entrance to their languid orbs”
“The mild necessity of use compels
To acts of love; and habit does the work 0
Of reason; yet prepares that after-joy
Which reason cherishes. And thus the soul,
By that sweet taste of pleasure unpursued,
Doth find herself insensibly disposed
To virtue and true goodness.
Some there are,
By their good works exalted, lofty minds
And meditative, authors of delight
And happiness, which to the end of time
Will live, and spread, and kindle”
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Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven,
Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind;
But hearing thee, or others of thy kind,
As full of gladness and as free of heaven,
I, with my fate contented, will plod on,
And hope for higher raptures, when life’s day is done
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Amid yon tuft of hazel trees,
That twinkle to the gusty breeze,
Behold him perched in ecstasies,
Yet seeming still to hover;
There! where the flutter of his wings
Upon his back and body flings
Shadows and sunny glimmerings,
That cover him all over.
My dazzled sight he oft deceives,
A brother of the dancing leaves;
Then flits, and from the cottage-eaves
Pours forth his song in gushes;
As if by that exulting strain
He mocked and treated with disdain
The voiceless Form he chose to feign,
While fluttering in the bushes.
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Huge trunks!—and each particular trunk a growth
Of intertwisted fibres serpentine
Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved,—
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
…
Yes, it was the mountain Echo,
Solitary, clear, profound,
Answering to the shouting Cuckoo,
Giving to her sound for sound!
Unsolicited reply
To a babbling wanderer sent;
Like her ordinary cry,
Like—but oh, how different!
Hears not also mortal Life?
Hear not we, unthinking Creatures!
Slaves of folly, love, or strife—
Voices of two different natures?
Have not ‘we’ too?—yes, we have
Answers, and we know not whence;
Echoes from beyond the grave,
Recognised intelligence!
Such rebounds our inward ear
Catches sometimes from afar—
Listen, ponder, hold them dear;
For of God,—of God they are.
Long but good
…
It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee
With purer robes than those of flesh and blood,
And hath bestowed on thee a safer good;
Unwearied joy, and life without its cares.
Why, William, on that old gray stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
“Where are your books? — that light bequeathed
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
“You look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no purpose bore you;
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you!”
One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply:—
“The eye — it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
Against or with our will.
“Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
“Think you, ‘mid all this mighty sum
Of things forever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come
But we must still be seeking?
“Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
Conversing as I may,
I sit upon this old gray stone,
And dream my time away.”
…
Grave thoughts ruled wide on that sweet day,
Their dignity installing
In gentle bosoms, while sere leaves
Were on the bough, or falling;
But breezes played, and sunshine gleamed-
The forest to embolden;
Reddened the fiery hues, and shot
Transparence through the golden.
For busy thoughts the Stream flowed on
In foamy agitation;
And slept in many a crystal pool
For quiet contemplation:
No public and no private care
The freeborn mind enthralling,
We made a day of happy hours,
Our happy days recalling.
…
…
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
…
And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind
…
…
A Moralist perchance appears;
Led, Heaven knows how! to this poor sod:
And he has neither eyes nor ears;
Himself his world, and his own God;
One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling
Nor form, nor feeling, great or small;
A reasoning, self-sufficing thing,
An intellectual All-in-all!
Shut close the door; press down the latch;
Sleep in thy intellectual crust;
Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch
Near this unprofitable dust.
But who is He, with modest looks,
And clad in homely russet brown?
He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own.
He is retired as noontide dew,
Or fountain in a noon-day grove;
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
The outward shows of sky and earth,
Of hill and valley, he has viewed;
And impulses of deeper birth
Have come to him in solitude.
In common things that round us lie
Some random truths he can impart,—
The harvest of a quiet eye
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
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“There is certainly no purpose in remaining in the dark except long enough to clear from the mind the illusion of having ever been in the light. The fact that you can’t give a reason for wanting her is the best reason for believing that you want her.”
“There was a door and I could not open it. I could not touch the handle. What is hell? Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.”
“Disillusion can become itself an illusion if we rest in it.”
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“A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts. The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn, and Egypt, Greece…America, lie folded already in the first man. Epoch after epoch…are merely the application of his manifold spirit to the manifold world.”
“To be great is to be misunderstood.”
“…the luminaries of heaven seem to them hung on the arch their master built. They cannot imagine how you aliens have any right to see—how you can see; ‘It must be somehow that you stole the light from us.”’They do not yet perceive that light, unsystematic, indomitable, will break into any cabin, even into theirs. Let them chirp awhile and call it their own. If they are honest and do well, presently their neat new pinfold will be too strait and low, will crack, will lean, will rot and vanish, and the immortal light, all young and joyful, million-orbed, million-coloured, will beam over the universe as on the first morning.”
“There is less intention in history than we ascribe to it. … [The successes of great men] lay in their parallelism to the course of thought, which found in them an unobstructed channel; and the wonders of which they were the visible conductors seemed to the eye their deed.”
Much like Tolstoy’s prescription of Napoleon
“The walking of man and all animals is a falling forward.”
From our past, we fall into the present towards the future.
“In nature, all is useful, all is beautiful. It is therefore beautiful because it is alive, moving, reproductive; it is therefore useful because it is symmetrical and fair.”
Symmetrical… is it? Striving towards symmetry, thus depending on asymmetry, perhaps? Fair and just as a whole? Self-correcting, self-balancing?
“We fill the hands and nurseries of our children with all manners of dolls, drums, and horses, withdrawing their eyes from the plain face and sufficing object of nature, the sun, and moon, the animals, the water, and storms, which should be their toys.”
“The rounded world is fair to see,
Nine times folded in mystery:
Though baffled seers cannot impart
The secret of its laboring heart,
Throb thine with Nature’s throbbing breast And all is clear from east to west.
Spirit that lurks each form within
Beckons to spirit of its kin;
Self-kindled every atom glows,
And hints the future which it owes.”
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“Ah, whom can we ever turn to in our need? Not angels, not humans, and already knowing animals are aware that we are not really at home in our interpreted world.”
“Yet were, when playing by ourselves, enchanted with what alone endures; and we would stand there in the infinite, blissful space between world and toy… Who shows a child as he really is? Who sets him in his constellation and puts the measuring rod of distance in his hand?”
“Nowhere, Beloved, will world be but within us. Our life passes in transformation. And the external shrinks into less and less. Where once an enduring house was, now a cerebral structure crosses our path, completely belonging to the realm of concepts, as though it still stood in the brain. Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power, formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth. Temples are no longer known. It is we who secretly save up these extravagances of the heart. Where one of them still survives, a Thing that was formerly prayed to, worshipped, knelt before- just as it is, it passes into the invisible world. Many no longer perceive it, yet miss the chance to build it inside themselves now, with pillars and statues: greater.”
“With all its eyes the natural world looks out into the Open. Only our eyes are turned backward, and surround plant, animal, child like traps, as they emerge into their freedom. We know what is really out there only from the animal’s gaze; for we take the very young child and force it around, so that it sees objects—not the Open, which is so deep in animals’ faces. … the free animal has its decline in back of it, forever, and God in front, and when it moves, it moves already in eternity, like a fountain.”
“And we: spectators, always, everywhere, turned toward the world of objects, never outward. It fills us. We arrange it. It breaks down. We rearrange it, then break down ourselves.”
“And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising, would feel the emotion that almost overwhelms us whenever a happy thing falls.”
[X, part 2]
All we have gained the machine threatens, as long as it dares to exist in the mind and not in obedience.
To dim the masterful hand’s more glorious lingering, for the determined structure it more rigidly cuts the stones.
Nowhere does it stay behind; we cannot escape it at last as it rules, self-guided, self-oiled, from its silent factory.
It thinks it is life: thinks it does everything best, though with equal determination it can create or destroy.
But still, existence for us is a miracle; in a hundred places it is still the source. A playing of absolute forces that no one can touch who has not knelt down in
wonder.
Still there are words that can calmly approach the unsayable…
And from the most tremulous stones music, forever new, builds in unusable space her deified temple.
[XII]
He who pours himself out like a stream is acknowledged at last by Knowledge;
and she leads him enchanted through the harmonious country
that finishes often with starting, and with ending begins.
…is a child or grandchild of parting. And the transfigured
as she feels herself become laurel, wants you to change into
wind.
[II]
The New, my friends, is not a matter of
letting machines force out our handiwork.
Don’t be confused by change; soon those who have
praised the “New” will realize their mistake.
For look, the Whole is infinitely newer
than a cable or a high apartment house.
The stars keep blazing with an ancient fire,
and all more recent fires will fade out.
Not even the longest, strongest of transmissions
can turn the wheels of what will be.
Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons.
More than we experienced has gone by.
And the future holds the most remote event in union with what we most deeply want.
[VIII]
…
The water is strange and the water is yours,
from here and from far below.
You are the fountain-stone, unawares,
and all Things are mirrored in you.
…
Your task is to love what you don’t understand.
It grips your most secret emotion, and
rushes away with it. Where?
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“Because of the glad nature of its source, the power mingled with a sphere shines forth, as gladness, through the living pupil, shines. From this, and not from matter rare or dense, derive the differences from light to light; this is the forming principle, producing, conforming with its worth, the dark, the bright.”
“…thus you may draw, as consequence, the high worth of a vow, when what is pledged with your consent encounters God’s consent; for when a pact is drawn between a man and God, then through free will, a man gives up what I have called his treasure, his free will.”
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“How can anyone say what happens, even if each of us dips a pen a hundred million times into ink?”
Our descriptions will always fall short of what is.
“This mirror inside me shows… / I can’t say what, but I can’t not know!”
We have a deep familiar sense of who we are, but have a hard time describing it. Again, descriptions will always fall short.
“What the sayer or praise is really praising is himself, by saying implicitly, ‘My eyes are clear.’ // Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizing himself, saying implicitly, ‘I can’t see very well with my eyes so inflamed.’”
Wonderful. Those who praise praise themselves for recognizing what is praiseworthy. Those who blame blame themselves for being teary-eyed victims of the so-called blameworthy. Both try to pretend that their judgment is not clouded.
“…Remember the rewards you get for being obedient! There are two types on the path. Those who come
against their will, the blindly religious people, and those
who obey out of love. The former have ulterior motives.
They want the midwife near, because she gives them milk.
The others love the beauty of the nurse. The former memorize the prooftexts of conformity,
and repeat them. The latter disappear
into whatever draws them to God. Both are drawn from the source.
Any movings from the mover.
Any love from the beloved.”
A story is like water
that you heat for your bath.
It takes messages between the fire
and your skin. It lets them meet,
and it cleans you!
…
The body itself is a screen
to shield and partially reveal
the light that’s blazing
inside your presence.
Water, stories, the body,
all the things we do, are mediums
that hide and show what’s hidden.
Study them,
and enjoy this being washed
with a secret we sometimes know,
and then not.
In a boat down a fast-running creek,
it feels like trees on the bank
are rushing by. What seems
to be changing around us
is rather the speed of our craft
leaving this world.
As we age, our escape velocity increases. What we think as the world changing around us could be us changing within the Oneness of the world. Time flying by could be us flying from time.
The presence rolling through again
clears the shelves and shuts down shops.
Friend of the soul, enemy of the soul,
why do you want mine?
Bring tribute from the village.
But the village is gone in your flood.
That cleared site is what I want.
Live in the opening where there is no door
to hide behind. Be pure absence.
In that state everything is essential.
The rest of this must be said in silence
because of the enormous difference between light
and the words that try to say light.
Beautiful. Captures renewal and the discomfort associated with it; how emptiness makes what is whole more essential and offers a fertile bed upon which the whole can fulfil itself; and the unspeakable nature of the field of embodied experience and God
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The two philosophical temperaments:
The Tough-Minded: Empiricist (going by ‘facts’), Sensationalistic, Materialistic, Pessimistic, Irreligious, Fatalistic, Pluralistic, Sceptical
Facts we gather are not true, they simply are. “Truth is the function of the beliefs that start and terminate among them.”
If our beliefs about the facts cohere to some agreeable end, lead to consistency, stability, flowing intercourse, and away from isolation and barren thinking, then that flowing process embodies what we call truth.
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The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind…
…
…left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings, save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
‘Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness…
…
Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame
Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not;
Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,
Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing.
Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature
Gives it dim sympathies with me who live,
Making it a companionable form,
Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit
By its own moods interprets, every where
Echo or mirror seeking of itself,
And makes a toy of Thought.
[we all seek our likeness, we sympathize with motion]
…
How oft, at school, with most believing mind,
Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars,
To watch that fluttering stranger!…
[the familiar fluttering film still upon the grate, the bars, the forms]
…
So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt,
Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!
…
…
Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,
Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm,
Fill up the interespersed vacancies
And momentary pauses of the thought!
…
And think that thou shalt learn far other lore,
And in far other scenes! For I was reared
In the great city, pent ‘mid cloisters dim,
… [childlike wonder unbridled beyond established thought]
But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze
…
…so shalt thou see and hear
The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
Of that eternal language, which thy God
Utters, who from eternity doth teach
Himself in all, and all things in himself.
Great universal Teacher! he shall mould
Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.
[through wonderful discovery we find that all is given to us, and we thus our spirits thirst for more]
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
…
…whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
[whether they water drops from the eaves or hangs in silent icicles, we shall be grateful. Death?… the film will always flutter, the child will always awaken, motion will always work her way into the secret ministry of frost?]
The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain,
Slaves by their own compulsion! In mad game
They burst their manacles and wear the name
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain!
O Liberty! with profitless endeavour
Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour;
But thou nor swell’st the victor’s strain, nor ever
Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power.
Alike from all, howe’er they praise thee,
(Nor prayer, nor boastful name delays thee)
Alike from Priestcraft’s harpy minions,
And factious Blasphemy’s obscener slaves,
Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions,
The guide of homeless winds, and playmate of the waves!
And there I felt thee!—on that sea-cliff’s verge,
Whose pines, scarce travelled by the breeze above,
Had made one murmur with the distant surge!
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.
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The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
He is merely flesh and blood.
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
Susceptible to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
The hippo’s feeble steps may err
In compassing material ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
The ‘potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of pomegranate and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
At mating time the hippo’s voice
Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.
The hippopotamus’s day
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
God works in a mysterious way-
The Church can sleep and feed at once.
I saw the ‘potamus take wing
Ascending from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
Performing on a harp of gold.
He shall be washed as white as snow,
By all the martyr’d virgins kiss,
While the True Church remains below
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.
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‘But remember, education doesn’t make you smarter.’
(What’s the point of talking like that? To a child!)
‘What do you mean, “doesn’t make you smarter”?’
‘It’s just one of those things.’
‘So what does make you smarter?’
‘Life, that’s what.’
Dyoma was silent for a moment, then replied, ‘I don’t agree.’
‘In our unit there was a commissar, Pashkin. He used to say, “Education doesn’t make you smarter. Nor does rank. They give you another star on your shoulder and you think you’re smarter. Well, you’re not.”’
‘So what do you mean? There’s no need to study? I don’t agree.’
‘Of course you should study. Study! Only remember for your own sake, it’s not the same as intelligence.’
‘What is intelligence, then?’
‘Intelligence? Trusting your eyes but not your ears…’
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“He wasn’t joking at all, his words had the weary conviction of people who have no desire to strengthen their argument even by raising their voice.”
—
“Her face and voice bore no trace of the bitterness that naturally comes from a quarrel, for she could see clearly enough the fist-sized tumour under his jaw. Who could she feel bitter against? The tumour? ‘Nobody forced you to come here. You can discharge yourself whenever you like. But remember …’ She hesitated. ‘People don’t only die of cancer.’ It was a friendly warning.”
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“You see, when we’re ill a doctor is like a ferryman: we need him for an hour and after we forget he exists.”
—
“Which of us from childhood has not shuddered at the Mysterious? At contact with that impenetrable yet yielding wall behind which there seems to be nothing, yet from time to time we catch a glimpse of something… In our everyday, open, reasonable life, where there is no place for mystery, it suddenly flashes at us, ‘Don’t forget me! I’m here!’”
—
After recounting the Rusanovs history of snitching friends to the government, their cowardice, and their disgust in being in areas frequented by the general public (e.g., public transport): “The Rusanovs loved the People, their great People. They served the People and were ready to give their lives for the People.”
Ah… the People (general) but not the people (particular). Theory over practice.
—
“She spoke severely, but it was a strange sort of severity, touched with softness, like all her words and movements. It was not a dim, diffused softness, but somehow melodic and based on harmony.”
—
“Now he was like an autumn plant in haste to extract like the last juices from the earth so as not to regret the lost
—
“Nowadays we don’t think much of a man’s love for animal; we laugh at people who are attached to cats. But if we stop loving animals, aren’t we bound to stop loving humans too?”
—
“There’s something noble about treating oneself with a strong poison. Poison doesn’t pretend to be harmless medicine, it tells you straight out, ‘I’m poison! Watch out! Or else!’ So we know what we’re in for.”
—
“’When eyes gaze endlessly into each other, they acquire an entirely new quality. You see things never revealed in passing glances. The eyes seem to lose their protective coloured retina. The whole truth comes splashing out wordlessly, it cannot be contained.”
—
“Such consistent, logical, irrefutable materialism and the result was … what’s the point of living? Everything totted up in exact percentages, how many women experience nothing at all, how many women experience ecstasy. Those stories about how women … move from category to category in search of their own identity…”
—
“The man with the hardest life is the man who walks out of his house every day and bangs his head against the top of the door because it’s too low…”
—
“He walked on to the porch and stood still. He breathed in.
It was young air, still and undisturbed. He looked out at the world - it was new and turning green. He raised his head. The sky unfolded, pink from the sun rising somewhere unseen. He raised his head higher. Spindle-shaped, porous clouds, centuries of laborious workmanship, stretched across the whole sky, but only for a few moments before dispersing, seen only by the few who happened to throw back their heads at that min-ute, perhaps by Oleg Kostoglotov alone among the town’s inhabitants.
Through the lace, the cut-out pattern, the froth and plumes of these clouds sailed the shining, intricate vessel of the old moon, still well visible.
It was the morning of creation. The world had been created anew for one reason only, to be given back to Oleg. ‘Go out and live!’ it seemed to say.”
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…
The wind beat at the sheets of rain,
and the clouds were cut into threads reaching down
into the world below—drenching
ridges, preparing the furrows for sowing.
On the hills, hidden grasses emerged
like secrets a man had long withheld:
all winter the clouds wept until suddenly
life again swept through the trees of the field.
—
…
I witnessed the wonders of God when my eyes
saw the clouds shedding their tears
as the garden began to sparkle. They scattered
their drops like blood being dashed at the altar,
inking designs on the blossoms’ skin
in settings of crimson and linen-like whiteness.
Then the beds of herbs offered a scent
like myrrh before the clouds that had burst.
—
Your soul strains and you sigh
…
Weaken the feeble who weigh on me more
than all the stones of the world;
…
they’ve been busy with rest and sloth and have reached
its delights by chance alone.
…
If wisdom is small in your eyes,
in hers you’re nothing at all;
she’s obscure and distant to you because
your hearts have long been enclosed in their cauls.
…
—
(Banger, ends strong too…)
…
The Lord created this people mindless
and fashioned its bulls without any horns,
and every boor now puffs himself up
as though by right of just having-been-born:
they set their hearts after wealth alone,
and worship gold in place of the Lord,
but my God has a day when the stubborn and false
will be like stubble within a great storm—
and the honest before him will exult and prevail
while the insolent wither and fail.
—
The kite
…
See the affliction and work of your servant
whose soul is like a kite in a snare—
and I’ll live as your slave forever and ever,
and seek no freedom beyond your command.
—
I love you with the love a man
has for his only son—
with his heart and his soul and his might;
and I take great pleasure in your mind
as you take the mystery on
of the Lord’s act in creation—
though the issue is distant and deep,
and who could approach its foundation?
But I’ll tell you something I’ve heard
and let you dwell on its strangeness:
sages have said that the secret
of all being owes all
to the all who has all in hand:
He longs to give form to the formless
as a lover longs for his friend.
And this is, maybe, what the prophets
meant when they said that he worked
all for his own exaltation.
I’ve offered you these words—
now show me how you’ll raise them.
—
Before my being your mercy came through me,
bringing existence to nothing to shape me.
Who is it conceived of my form—
and who cast it then in a kiln to create me?
Who breathed soul inside me
and who opened the belly of hell and withdrew me?
Who through youth brought me this far?
Who with wisdom and wonder endowed me?
I’m clay cupped in your hands, it’s true;
it’s you, I know, not I who made me.
I’ll confess my sin and will not say the serpent’s ways, or evil seduced me.
How could I hide my error from you when before my being your mercy came through me?
—
Two things meet in me,
alike in kind,
…
My spirit and soul
in your praise are entwined…
—
My thoughts asked me
…
To the god of my life,
my desire’s desire,
whom my soul and flesh
long to be near.
—
He dwells forever, exalted, alone,
and no one comes near him
whose kingdom is One—
from the light of his garment he fashioned his world
within three words that are sealed.
…
He’s prime to all primes—
…
He fashioned all with a blemishless word;
he alone leads, he’s instantly heard;
the Lord carries all
without growing weary—
within their own wisdom he captures the wise.
…
He says: Let there be…
and it is by his might:
All that’s hidden he brings to light.
…
Let there be… allowing being to come into existence. When we embody this disposition of ‘allowing’ in a similar way, we atone with God?
—
…
Your oneness I sought at the door to the poem
…
The sublime oneness that precedes, inspires the poem…
—
I take great pleasure
…
The heavens cannot contain your power;
how might my thought give it shape or form?
Grant me discernment and honesty’s grace—
and my will, soon, will bend to yours.
…
—
…
Yours is the strength within whose mystery
our minds eventually fail;
…
yours the Name that eludes the wise,
and the might to bear the world in its void,
and the craft to bring what’s hidden to light.
Yours is the kindness that infuses creation,
and the goodness veiled
for those who hold you in awe.
…
yours is the real which becomes existence
in light’s reflection
and in whose shadow we live;
…
yours the reward
reserved for the righteous in spirit
for whom it was hidden:
You saw it was good and concealed it…
Good as concealed, so the righteous must work to reveal it… if nothing was concealed, all would have access, righteous or unrighteous.
Describes matter as fashioned in form, longing to become the supreme form. Is this dressing, fashioning a simultaneous unconcealing?..
…
You are One,
and your oneness’s mystery amazes the wise,
who’ve never known what it was.
…
You are One,
and my speech can’t establish your boundary or line,
therefore I said I would guard my ways,
so as not to sin with my tongue.
…
You abide
beyond the range of the ear in its hearing
and the eye in its seeing,
ungoverned by how and where and when.
…
You abide,
and your form’s obscure and beyond detection
and deeper than all revelation…
You are alive,
though not established in time,
and not of a time that’s known.
You are alive,
though not in spirit and soul:
for you’re the soul to spirit’s soul.
…
You are the light of the upper regions,
and the eye of every soul that’s pure
will take you in—
and the clouds of sin
in the sinner’s soul will obscure you.
Your invisible light in the world
will be seen in the world to come
…
Invisible light. I like this.
…
You are Lord,
and every creature serves you as slave
and nothing detracts from your glory,
not those who worship without you—
for the drive of all is to reach you—
although they resemble men who are blind,
walking along the way of the king
and going astray
sinking in the pit of destruction,
slipping in the trap of deception—
certain they’ll teach their haven,
as each one labors in vain.
…
All is a single mystery:
though its name might alter in aspects,
all toward a single place move on…
Mmm…the multifaceted nature of god, or our limited perception of it divides/variates what is One. Reminds me of the Gita
You are wise,
and wisdom is a fountain and source
of life welling up from within you,
and men are too coarse to know you.
…
You are wise,
and your wisdom gave rise to an endless desire
in the world as within an artist or worker—
to bring out the stream of existence from Nothing,
like light flowing flowing from sight’s extension—
drawing from the source of that light without vesse,
giving it shape without tools,
hewing and carving,
refining and making it pure:
He called to Nothing—which split;
to existence—pitched like a tent;
to the world—as it spread beneath sky.
…
…
The wheel of the wind you established
over the sea, which it circles in circuits,
as the wheel of it rests in that circling…
…
and then through a fourfold font diverge.
Wow…the circuitous motion of air described, weather patterns of the seas, wonderful. The fourfold font is the primary elements: earth, water, wind, fire.
…
and the moon’s lamp soon goes dim—
so all of the creatures on earth might know
that heaven’s creatures, though powerful,
are governed in their rise and decline,
though after its fall the moon lives on,
lit in the wake of its darkness.
…
then the moon as well will pass,
dark before the sun like a cloud,
blocking its light from our eyes
so all who see them will know…
…
that a Lord exists above them
to darken the light they’re given.
…
…those who think of the sun as their Lord
will surely be brought to shame,
as their words will soon be tested;
…
that the sun has no dominion,
and that he who lessens its light
rules on his own.
In return for all of its kindness,
he sends it a slave of its slaves
who cancels its light—
to destroy her abominable image
and remove her as queen from her throne.
Describes ten circles. The first is God’s throne (?), then ascends celestially from planet to planet, eventually reaching the intelligence that moves the cosmos, and then, on the 10th rung, the mind.
The tenth to the Lord is always sacred.
This is the highest ring,
transcending all elevation
and beyond all ideation.
…
its reality derives from your power;
its longing is from you and for you,
and toward you ascends its desire.
Who comprehends your thinking
in transforming the radiance of intellect’s sphere
into a glow
of souls and spirits on high?
…
holding the flaming sword that revolves
every which way—
as they work in all manner,
wherever the spirit moves them
…
that you it was
who gave us form—
not we our own—
that we are the work of your hand.
The mind as a “flaming sword that revolves in every which way.” Illuminating and dividing/discriminating. Wonderful analogy.
Philo described the swords as a symbol for divine reason/the logos: ever moving and rotating in all directions…
The intellect seems to fit with the sword, but the flaming part and its illumination implies some revealing/enlightening of unity between what is sliced…
Who could approach the place of your dwelling,
in your raising up over the sphere of mind
the Throne of Glory
in the fields of concealment and splendor,
at the source of the secret and matter,
where the mind reaches and yields?
…
Above the mind, but also below (?) the mind, is the Lord. The flow enfolds, the fount enfolds.
…
This is the range of pure soul
raveled in the bond of all that’s vital.
For those who’ve worked to exhaustion—
this is the place of their strength’s renewal…
…
…
You’ve shut us inside your world,
while you look in from beyond and observe;
and all that we try to conceal
within or without you reveal.
Only he may conceal. Not us. He is the concealer and revealer?
…
…a mind to grasp but the edge of your mystery,
…
and these are only the borders
of your ways which are greater by far in sum
and life to those who find them…
(Might be my favourite…whole thing slaps)
My face fell when I thought, my God,
of the ways I’ve made you angry—
for all the good you accord me
I offer you only transgression.
You didn’t need to create me—
it was only Magnanimity—
not an act of Necessity—
but an act of Love and Will.
Before my being you established your Mercy
and gave me life with your Spirit-sent-through-me;
and after I entered the air of the world
you did not leave me:
with a father’s compassion you raised me;
like a child in its nursery you taught me;
on my mother’s breast in me you put trust,
and from your pleasure I learned to be pleased.
When I stood in my place you gave me courage,
in your arms you took me and taught me to walk;
and you gave me instruction and wisdom; from distress and trouble you saved me,
and when anger came on you concealed me
behind the shadow of your right hand.
How much trouble my eyes
have overlooked as you helped me;
and before it came on you’d prepared
a healing and did not strike me down.
When my vigilance failed you watched over me.
When I came to the mouth of the lion and entered,
you broke its jaws and withdrew me.
I was ill with continual sickness—
and you healed me.
When your harsh judgment came into the world,
from the path of the sword you removed me;
from plague you spared me;
in famine you fed me;
and I flourished in all that I did…
When I made you angry,
as a man rebukes his son you rebuked me,
and in my sorrow I called:
If my life in your eyes is of value,
do not turn me empty away.
Above all this you’ve done more,
in giving me perfect faith
to believe that you are the God of truth—
that your way is the truth and your prophets are real.
And you kept me away from your enemies,
as they blasphemed mocking your book of the law,
and pursuing those who serve you;
denying the prophets who speak of you.
They feign innocence, and cultivate guile;
pretend to be pure as they hide their corruption—
like a vessel full of shame and confusion,
scrubbed without with the water of falseness,
while all that’s within is defiled.
…
for if I depart from the world as I entered,
and naked and empty return as I came,
why was I made—
or called to bear witness to struggle and pain?
…
From the time he emerges from his mother’s womb
his nights are grief and his days a sigh;
if he’s lifted one day in fortune—
his fortune’s worms are bred by dawn.
…
He prays in sorrow and multiplies words,
slickens his talk and piles up vows
…
and strengthens the bars on his doors,
while death in his room is lurking.
He increases the number of guards about him;
but the ambush will come from within—
his fence won’t stop the wolves
come for their lamb…
…
…
Loving-kindness is yours
in all the good you’ve done me,
and until I die will do…
…
May you be…known as One by those
who seek to know you in oneness
…
May the words of my mouth and my heart’s meditation
before you be pleasing—
my rock—
and my redemption.
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“Morality, then, seems to be concerned with three things. Firstly, with fair play and harmony between individuals. Secondly, with what might be called tidying up or harmonising the things inside each individual. Thirdly, with the general purpose of human life as a whole: what man was made for: what course the whole fleet ought to be on: what tune the conductor of the band wants it to play.”
Group maintenance, self maintenance
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“If the good has a cause, it is no longer the good; if it has a consequence—a reward—it is also not the good. Therefore the good is outside the chain of causes and effects.” — from Anna Karenina
Grant Allen described beauty as that which affords the greatest stimulation with the least expenditure.
After listing a bunch of attempted definitions of beauty, Tolstoy summarizes them into two views:
Tolstoy on the good, the beautiful, the true:
The good as
The beautiful as
The true as
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By negating sensations (bodily and spiritual), “you will be drawn up in your feelings above understanding to the radiance of divine darkness that transcends all being.”
“In the divine work of contemplation we must, with dexterity of grace, skilfully pare completely away the encumbering lump…as a powerful hindrance antagonistic to the pure hidden sight of God.”
“Beginning from what is furthest, we first remove from God that which is without substance and everything that does not exist; for these are further than the things that merely exist and do not have life.”
“…nor do any of the things that are known know him as he is; nor does he know the things that exist as they are in themselves, but as they are in him…”
“For, good though it may be to think of God’s acts of kindness, and to love and praise him for them, it is far better to think of his naked being, and to love and praise him for himself.”
“And therefore lift up your love to they cloud; or rather, if I am to speak truly, let God draw your love up to that cloud, and try with the help of his grace to forget all other things.”
Contemplation not only destroys the ground and root of sin, as far is possible on earth, but also bring virtues. “And however many virtues someone has without [contemplation], they are all contaminated by some distorted purpose, which makes them imperfect.”
When Martha complains to Jesus of Mary, Jesus says “Martha, Martha. You are full of care and troubled about many things. But one thing is necessary.”
There are two lives: the active and contemplative. Of these three there are three parts: active, mix, contemplative. The first involves the corporal honourable works (good), the second meditating on our sin and the Lord’s acts (better), the third on the cloud of unknowing (best). The first two are good and holy, but they end in this life. They are finite. For in heaven, who will be sick that needs taking care of? What sins will there be to worry about? Won’t it all be contemplation and reverence for the highest? Doesn’t that make it an eternal project?
“…anyone who wishes to be a perfect disciple of our Lord needs to stretch up his spirit in this work for the salvation of all his brothers and sisters in nature, as our Lord stretched out his body on the cross. And how? Not for his friends and his kin and those he loves most intimately, but for all humanity in general, without special regard to one rather than another.”
“Then perhaps he will at times send out a beam of spiritual light, piercing this cloud of unknowing that is between you and him, and show you some of his mysteries, of which human beings are not permitted or able to speak. Then you will sense your feelings aflame with the fire of his love, far more than I can, may, or will tell you at this time. For of the work that belongs to God alone I dare not take it upon me to speak with my blabbering fleshly tongue; and, to put it briefly, even though I dared, I would not.“
“For out of original sin will always spring new and fresh stirrings of sin, which you must always smite down, eagerly slashing them away with a sharp, double edged and fearful sword of discernment.”
“God’s everlastingness is his length, his love is his breadth, his power his height, and his wisdom is his depth.”
“…if someone who has by nature a plain, open, rough voice speaks weakly and feebly…that is a clear sign of hypocrisy, whether in the young or old.”
“The division that exists in one’s nose bodily, separating one nostril from the other, symbolizes that one should have spiritual discrimination, and be able to distinguish good from bad, bad from worse, and good from better…”
“…he alone is his own cause and his own being. For as nothing may exist without him, so he may not exist without himself. He is being both to himself and to all things…and the fact that all things have their beings in him and that he is being to all things means that he is one in all thing and all things are in him.”
“Although your unruly prying thought can find no food for themselves in this kind of activity, so that they will keep on urging you resentfully to give up this work and do something that appeals to their curiosity.”
“For, if any kind of specific thought of anything except your naked blind being (which is your God and your goal) should enter your mind, then you are turned aside and held back to labour in the trickery and ingenuity of thought, which distracts and divides you and your mind both from yourself and from your God.”
“For as in slew the use of your bodily senses is suspended, so that the body can rest completely, just so in this spiritual sleep…the blessed soul can sleep softly and rest in loving perception of God as he is, fully sustaining and strengthening its spiritual powers.”
“For everything that is spoken about contemplation is not the thing itself but is only about it. But now, since we cannot speak it, let us speak about it, to confound intellectual pride, and especially yours which, on this occasion at least, is the sole reason for my present writing.”
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Menelaus to his guard upon seeing two strangers (Telemachus and other guy): “We two were fed by many different hosts / before returning home. As we may hope / for Zeus to keep us safe in future times, / I tack their horses! Lead them in to dine!”
The emphasis on hospitality, treatment of sojourners, seems to always be crucial for these ancient traditions. Similar to the Jewish stance (because we sojourned in the land of Egypt and they cared for us, we must care for sojourners in our lands)
“Ajax was drowned; his ships were sunk. Poseidon / first drove him for the rocks of Gyrae, then / rescued him from the sea; he would have lived, / despite Athena’s hatred, but he made / a crazy boast—that he survived the waves / against the wishes of the gods. Poseidon / heard his rash words. At once, he seized his trident / in might hands, and hit the Gyran rock.”
Ajax then dies. Reminds of Moses and the undue credit he took at the rock of water, which led to his inability to enter the promise land. Very similar.
More elaboration on Agamemnon’s death, suitors plan to kill Telemachus, intercepting him at sea.
“Odysseus ripped off his rags. Now naked, / he leapt upon the threshold with his bow / and quiver full of arrows.”
Finally, he bares himself against the suitors.
Gruesome slaughter.
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Cal spoke happily. “I’m going,” he said. “I’m going now. It’s right. What Lee said was true.”
“What did Lee say?”
Cal said, “I was afraid I had you in me.”
“You have,” said Kate.
“No, I haven’t. I’m my own. I don’t have to be you.”
“How do you know that?” she demanded.
“I just know. It just came to me whole. If I’m mean, it’s my own mean.”
“This Chinaman has really fed you some pap. What are you look ing at me like that for?”
Cal said, “I don’t think the light hurts your eyes. I think you’re afraid.”
“Get out!” she cried. “Go on, get out!”
“I’m going.” He had his hand on the doorknob. “I don’t hate you, he said. “But I’m glad you’re afraid.”
She tried to shout “Joe!” but her voice thickened to a croak.
Beautiful. Describes a healthy relationship to Eve. We have our being from her, but we need not be her. Recognizing she is afraid of the Light, and to not hate her for it, and to be grateful that she is afraid, that she covers up, for she hides from something Good and her hiding evidences that Good.
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“Good men spiritualize their bodies; bad men incarnate their souls.” (Benjamin Whichcote)
“More precisely, good men spiritualize their mind-bodies; bad men incarnate and mentalize their spirits.”
“For oriental theologians there is no eternal damnation; there are only purgatories and then an indefinite series of second chances to go forward towards not only man’s, but the whole creation’s final end—total reunion with the Ground of all being.”
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Description of Hell in Gampopa’s Jewel Ornament of Liberation: not punishment, but overwhelmed with terror described as a fiery landscape filled with heat and molten iron and fiery skies. “Even if you decide to run away you have to walk over this burning metal, and if you decide not to run away you are turned to charcoal yourself.”
Interesting, and as charcoal you feed the flames of others’ hell.
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Epigraph contains to Heraclitus quotes:
“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.”
“Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.
Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can [moments]
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.”
“Here is a place of disaffection
…
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before and time after.”
“Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movement; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future.”
“Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless,”
“…Do not let me hear
Of the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,
Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession,
Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.
The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.”
“I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God
…
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
“In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.”
“…But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.”
“Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
…
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
…
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.”
“I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river
Is a strong brown god—sullen, untamed and intractable,
Patient to some degree, at first recognised as a frontier;
Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce;
Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.
The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten
By the dwellers in cities—ever, however, implacable.
Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyer, reminder
Of what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiated
By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.”
“The river is within us, the sea is all about us;
The sea is the land’s edge also,”
“There is no end, but addition”
“You are not those who saw the harbour
Receding, or those who will disembark.
Here between the hither and the farther shore
While time is withdrawn, consider the future
And the past with an equal mind.”
“At the moment which is not of action or inaction
You can receive this: “on whatever sphere of being
The mind of a man may be intent
At the time of death”—that is the one action
(And the time of death is every moment)
Which shall fructify in the lives of others:
And do not think of the fruit of action.
Fare forward.”
“Men’s curiosity searches past and future
And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint—
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime’s death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.”
“The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
Here the impossible union
Of spheres of existence is actual,
Here the past and future
Are conquered, and reconciled,”
“The midwinter spring is its own season
…
…Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing.”
“I met one walking, loitering and hurried
As if blown towards me like the metal leaves
Before the urban dawn wind unresisting.
And as I fixed upon the down-turned face
That pointed scrutiny with which we challenge
The first-met stranger in the waning dusk
I caught the sudden look of some dead master
Whom I had known, forgotten, half recalled
Both one and many;”
“And so, compliant to the common wind,
Too strange to each other for misunderstanding,
In concord at this intersection time
Of meeting nowhere, no before and after,
We trod the pavement in a dead patrol.”
“I said: ‘The wonder that I feel is easy,
Yet ease is cause of wonder. Therefore speak:
I may not comprehend, may not remember.’
And he: ‘I am not eager to rehearse
My thoughts and theory which you have forgotten.
These things have served their purpose: let them be.
So with your own, and pray they be forgiven
By others, as I pray you to forgive
Both bad and good.”
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“Words correspond with concepts, and with concepts only, so that we cannot express directly with them either sense impressions or emotions, but are forced always to convey these (if at all) by expressing, not themselves, but the impression they make upon our intellect, i. e., the concepts formed from the contemplation of them by the intellect—in other words, their intellectual image.”
So long as it attempts to express what is sensed, our minds must make use of concepts, for to express requires a language to communicate those expressions, and those symbols we communicate are concepts. Concepts ‘stand in’ as it were for what is perceived and received; we conceive through language.
Grasp what is there —> accept what was given —> to gather together (into conceptual groups)
The metaphorical mind. It deals, due to economy, with amalgams rather than a litany of unique samples. To touch reality unfettered by concepts requires relaxing the intellectual urge.
Speech is the tally of the self conscious intellect, but cannot tally or express the Cosmic Sense.
“Men who have no riches, who love on recognized food, who have perceived void and unconditioned freedom (Nir-vâna), their path is difficult to under-stand, like that of birds in the air [156: 27]. He whose appetites are stilled, who is not absorbed in enjoyment, who has perceived void and unconditioned freedom (Nirvâna), his path is difficult to understand, like that of birds in the air [156: 28].“
To have a path difficult to understand, like that of birds in the air.
“The Awakened call patience the highest penance, long-suffering the highest Nirvana; for he is not an anchorage who strikes others, he is not an ascetic who insults others. [156:50]”
“The Buddha taught that patience is the highest form of self-discipline. / Nirvana is the supreme goal. / One who harms others is not a true monk; / one who abuses others is not a true seeker.” (Eknath Easwaran transl.)
“There is no meditation without wisdom, / and no wisdom without meditation. / When these two are fully developed, / one is very near to Nirvana.” (Eknath Easwaran transl.)
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“The unreal never is: the Real never is not. This truth indeed has been seen by those who can see the true.
Interwoven in all his creation, the Spirit is beyond destruction. No one can bring to an end the Spirit which is everlasting.
For beyond time he dwells in these bodies, though these bodies have an end in their time, whilst he remains boundless, immortal.” (Krishna, BG)
“If by forsaking a small pleasure one finds a great joy, he who is wise will look tot the greater and leave what is less.” (Dhammapada 290)
“Victory brings hate, because the defeated man is unhappy. He who surrenders both victory and defeats, this man finds peace.” (Dhammapada 201)
“The perfume of flowers goes not against the wind: not even the perfume of sandalwood, of rose-bay, or of jasmine; but the perfume of holiness travels against the wind and reaches unto the ends of the world.” (Dhammapada 54)
“Look upon the man who tells thee thy faults as if he told thee of a hidden treasure.” (Dhammapada 76)
“To those who are good I am good.
To those who are not good I am also good, in order to make them good.
To those who are true I am true.
To those who are not true I am also true, in order to make them true.”
(TTC XLIX rendered by Juan)
“There are three treasures which I prize above all things.
The first is love,
The second is moderation,
The third is humility.
He who has love can truly be brave;
He who has moderation can have in abundance;
He who has humility can truly have power.
But now men want bravery, and not love;
They want abundance, and not moderation;
They want power, and not humility.
This is death.
For he who fights with love will win the battle.” (TTC LXVII rendered by Juan)
“The first and surest means to enter into communion with the divine is by sincerity. If you pray with sincerity, you will surely feel the divine presence.” (Yamaha-Soko)
“All ye under heaven! Consider Heaven as your father, earth as your mother, and all things as your brothers and sisters. You will then enjoy this divine country free from hate and sorrow.” (Oracle of Atsuta)
“Be like a tree which covers with flowers the hand that shakes it.” (Japanese proverb)
“When the sky is clear, and the wind hums in the fir, ‘tis the heart of God who thus reveals himself.” (From a Tajima Shrine)
“Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts:
All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Yet the Lord will command his loving kindness in the day-time,
And in the night his song shall be with me,
And my prayer unto the God of my life.” (Psalm XLII)
“But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth: That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.”
“But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”
“There is an indefinable mysterious Power that pervades everything. I feel it, though I do not see it. …
And is this power benevolent or malevolent? I see it as purely benevolent. For I can see that in the midst of death life persists; in the midst of untruth, truth persists; in the midst of darkness, light persists. Hence I gather that God is Life, Truth, Light. He is Love. He is the supreme God.”
(MAHATMA GANDHI 1869-1948)
“Man ought to lay hold of God in everything, and he should train his mind to have God ever present in his thoughts, his intentions and affections….
…We ought not to have or let ourselves be satisfied with any thought of God: when the thought goes out God goes with it. No, what we want is a real subsistent God who far transcends the thoughts of men and creatures. This God does not disappear unless we turn our back on him of our own accord.” (Meister Eckhart, Collationibus Ch 6)
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Wukong is born from a stone that miraculously becomes pregnant bathed in nature, and cracks open to birth a stone egg. The wind ‘fructifies’ the stone, developing it into a monkey that then learns to climb and run.
Reminds of Hanuman and Vayu (Wind)
He is thus banished and locked in a mountain sealed with the mantra ‘Om Mani Padme Hum’.
Invokes Avalokiteśvara, or in Chinese Guanyin, who is a bodhisattva of compassion and mercy. Guanyin is the one who ends up freeing Wukong from the mountain
“The wearer of my cassock,’ said Kuan-yin, ‘will not be drowned or poisoned or meet wild beasts upon his way. But that is only if he is a good man; if it gets on to the back of a gluttonous, lustful priest, or one who does not keep his vows, or of a layman who destroys scriptures and speaks evil of Buddha, he will rue the day that he saw this cassock.’
To some this cassock costs much gold, to others it costs nothing. Devotion for devotion’s sake: free.
The two are stopped by bandits, whose names are: Eye that Sees and Delights; the second, Ear that Hears and is Angry; the third, Nose that Smells and Covets; the fourth, Tongue that Tastes and Desires; the fifth, Mind that Conceives and Lusts; the sixth, Body that Supports and Suffers.”
Symbolic of sensual delusion (mind included).
The Monkey kills the bandits for threatening them. Tripitaka admonishes Monkey for killing sentient beings, and Monkey runs away furiously. Eventually, after given a story by the Dragon Prince about a fellow who fetched the sandal of another from a stream three times, without complaint, and was thus rewarded with imperial victories, Monkey recognizes the value of patience and returns to his Master.
Subtle lesson: killing off the deluding senses is not a solution. Rather, rule over them, recognize their risk of delusion, try to befriend them. Treat them with love. Let love permeate all.
Tripitaka is given a cap by Guanyi, that Wukong hastily puts it on. Tripitaka then recites the prayer Guanyi told him, and it latches on to Wukong’s head and causes a great headache in him—his face turns purple, eyes bulge. Wukong is furious and tries to kill Tripitaka, but the prayer subdues him.
Symbolic of the arrogant monkey within needing to be constrained by faith. Animalistic urges need to be tamed in order to then transcend. The cap is also something like conscience: when we misbehave, there’s this psychic discord that bugs us.
Published:
Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love, The first step I say awed me and pleas’d me so much, I have hardly gone and hardly wish’d to go any farther, But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs.
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,
A book separate, not link’d with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.
This then is life,
Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions
…
I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the most spiritual poems;
And I will make the poems of my body and of mortality,
For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my Soul, and of immortality.
…
And a song make I, of the One form’d out of all;
The fang’d and glittering One whose head is over all;
Resolute, warlike One, including and over all;
(However high the head of any else, that head is over all.)
…
I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough;
None has ever yet adored or worship’d half enough;
None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is.
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It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess, and yet it satisfies, it is great;
But there is something else very great, it makes the whole coincide;
It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for all.
…
O such themes—equalities! O divine average!
Warblings under the sun, usher’d as now, or at noon, or setting,
Strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither,
I take to your reckless and composite chords, add to them, and cheerfully pass them forward.
…
Was somebody asking to see the soul?
See, your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands.
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Behold, the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern, and includes and is the soul;
Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it!
…
With me with firm holding, yet haste, haste on.
For your life adhere to me,
(I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really to you, but what of that?
Must not Nature be persuaded many times?)
No dainty dolce affettuoso I,
Bearded, sun-burnt, gray-neck’d, forbidding, I have arrived,
To be wrestled with as I pass for the solid prizes of the universe,
For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them.
[3]
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
…
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen,
Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.
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[4]
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders,
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.
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[5]
Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson [backbone] of the creation is love
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[7]
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash’d babe, and am not contain’d between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,
The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself,
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
…
[15]
[vast description of the various people he’s observed and compassioned]
And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,
And such as it is to be there more or less I am,
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself.
…
[17]
These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
This the common air that bathes the globe.
…
[18]
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
I beat and pound for the dead,
I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
…
[19]
This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,
It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I make appointments with all,
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This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,
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This hour I tell things in confidence,
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
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[22]
I moisten the roots of all that has grown.
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[23]
Gentlemen [scientists], to you the first honors always!
Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling,
I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.
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[25]
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun,
We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
…
Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost,
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[30]
All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
The insignificant is as big to me as any,
(What is less or more than a touch?)
Logic and sermons never convince,
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
…
And a summit and flower there is the feeling [man and woman] have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.
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[33]
I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul,
My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
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[40]
Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity,
When I give I give myself.
…
I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare,
And any thing I have I bestow.
I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,
You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
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[42]
Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life
…
I know perfectly well my own egotism,
Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less,
And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
Not words of routine this song of mine,
But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring;
This printed and bound book—but the printer and the printing-office boy?
The well-taken photographs—but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
The black ship mail’d with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers?
In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture—but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
The sky up there—yet here or next door, or across the way?
The saints and sages in history—but you yourself?
Sermons, creeds, theology—but the fathomless human brain,
And what is reason? and what is love? and what is life?
…
[43]
The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same,
And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same.
I do not know what is untried and afterward,
But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.
…
[44]
It is time to explain myself—let us stand up.
What is known I strip away,
I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?
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[46]
I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.
I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)
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No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
…
You are also asking me questions and I hear you,
I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.
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[48]
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
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[50]
There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
Wrench’d and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes,
I sleep—I sleep long.
I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
…
[52]
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
…
…
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you,
I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,
…
And this bunch pluck’d at random from myself,
It has done its work—I toss it carelessly to fall where it may.
I AM he that aches with amorous love;
Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?
So the body of me to all I meet or know.
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d,
Yet out of that I have written these songs).
Each of us inevitable,
Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth,
Each of us allow’d the eternal purports of the earth,
Each of us here as divinely as any is here.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
[6]
…
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
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Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,
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[10]
…
(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)
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[13]
…
To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.
All parts away for the progress of souls,
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe.
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[14]
…
Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.
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[15]
…
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
[2]
…
The simple, compact, well-join’d scheme, myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated yet part of the scheme.
The similitudes of the past and those of the future,
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings…
…
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,
The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others.
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[3]
It avails not, time nor place—distance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
…
Look’d on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,
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[5]
What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
Whatever it is, it avails not—distance avails not, and place avails not,
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[6]
…
Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil,
I am he who knew what it was to be evil,
I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,
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[7]
Closer yet I approach you,
What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you—I laid in my stores in advance,
I consider’d long and seriously of you before you were born.
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[8]
…
What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach?
What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face?
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you?
We understand then do we not?
What I promis’d without mentioning it, have you not accepted?
What the study could not teach—what the preaching could not accomplish is accomplish’d, is it not?
[9]
Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves!
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me!
…
Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in unknown ways be looking upon you;
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Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my head, or any one’s head, in the sunlit water!
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Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you are,
You necessary film, continue to envelop the soul,
About my body for me, and your body for you, be hung out divinest aromas,
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You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful ministers,
We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward,
Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold yourselves from us,
We use you, and do not cast you aside—we plant you permanently within us,
We fathom you not—we love you—there is perfection in you also,
You furnish your parts toward eternity,
Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.
[1]
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He is the Answerer,
What can be answer’d he answers, and what cannot be answer’d he shows how it cannot be answer’d.
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He resolves all tongues into his own and bestows it upon men, and any man translates, and any man translates himself also,
One part does not counteract another part, he is the joiner, he sees how they join.
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[2]
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Time, always without break, indicates itself in parts,
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The singers do not beget, only the Poet begets,
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The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and fathers,
The words of true poems are the tuft and final applause of science.
The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, and every thing else,
…
They do not seek beauty, they are sought,
Forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick.
They prepare for death, yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset,
They bring none to his or her terminus or to be content and full,
Whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of stars, to learn one of the meanings,
To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless rings and never be quiet again.
O the joy of my soul leaning pois’d on itself, receiving identity through materials and loving them, observing characters and absorbing them,
My soul vibrated back to me from them, from sight, hearing, touch, reason, articulation, comparison, memory, and the like,
The real life of my senses and flesh transcending my senses and flesh,
My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes,
Proved to me this day beyond avail that it is not my material eyes which finally see,
Nor my material body which finally loves, walks, laughs, shouts, embraces, procreates.
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O to attract by more than attraction!
How it is I know not—yet behold! the something which obeys none of the rest,
It is offensive, never defensive—yet how magnetic it draws.
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“And the dead advance as much as the living advance, / … And nothing endures but personal qualities.”
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“(America! I do not vaunt my love for you,
I have what I have.)”
(For know I bear the soul befitting me, I too have consciousness, identity,
And all the rocks and mountains have, and all the earth)
We consider bibles and religions divine—I do not say they are not divine,
I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still,
It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life,
Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth, than
they are shed out of you.
…
List close my scholars dear,
Doctrines, politics and civilization exurge from you,
Sculpture and monuments and any thing inscribed anywhere are
The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records reach is in you this hour, and myths and tales the same,
If you were not breathing and walking here, where would they all be?
The most renown’d poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.
…
I swear I see what is better than to tell the best,
It is always to leave the best untold.
When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot,
My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,
My breath will not be obedient to its organs,
I become a dumb man.
…
I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the faith that tells the best,
I will have to do only with that faith that leaves the best untold.
From imperfection’s murkiest cloud,
Darts always forth one ray of perfect light,
One flash of heaven’s glory.
…
Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure of all,
From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color’d light,
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color’d light
From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever
…
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
That you are here— that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado
…
I heed not, and have never heeded either experience, cautions, majorities, or ridicule;
And the threat of what is called hell is little or nothing to me;
And the lure of what is called heaven is little or nothing to me;
Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quelled and defeated.
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
[1]
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.
…
[3]
…
In the dooryard fronting…
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing…
…
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
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[4]
…
Song of the bleeding throat,
Death’s outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know,
If thou wast not granted to sing thou would’st surely die.)
…
[6]
Here, coffin that slowly passes,
I give you my sprig of lilac.
[7]
(Nor for you, for one alone,
Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring,
For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death.
All over bouquets of roses,
O death, I cover you over with roses and early lilies,
But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
Copious I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes,
With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
For you and the coffins all of you O death.)
…
[9]
…
The star my departing comrade holds and detains me.
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[11]
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With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking sun, burning, expanding the air,
With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves of the trees prolific,
In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a wind-dapple here and there,
…
[13]
…
Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song,
Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
O liquid and free and tender!
O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!
You only I hear—yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me.
…
[14]
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Prais’d be the fathomless universe,
For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious,
And for love, sweet love—but praise! praise! praise!
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
…
Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
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[16]
…
Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul,
There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.
To hold men together by paper and seal, or by compulsion, is no account;
That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body, or the fibres of plants.
Of all races and eras, These States, with veins full of poetical stuff, most need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest;
Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall.
…
He judges not as the judge judges, but as the sun falling round a helpless thing;
As he sees the farthest, he has the most faith,
His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things,
In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,
He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement,
He sees eternity in men and women—he does not see men and women as dreams or dots.
…
In you whoe’er you are my book perusing,
In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing,
All, all toward the mystic ocean tending.
O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow,
As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere around the globe.
…
Lusts and wickedness are acceptable to me,
I walk with delinquents with passionate love,
I feel I am of them—I belong to those convicts and prostitutes myself,
And henceforth I will not deny them—for how can I deny myself?
Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lust as Nature,
Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you,
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
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I cannot say to any person what I hear—I cannot say it to myself—it is very wonderful.
…
I do not think [the globe] was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years,
nor ten billions of years,
Nor plann’d and built one thing after another, as an architect plans
and builds a house.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,
Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,
Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal;
I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and how I was conceived in my mother’s womb is equally wonderful;
…
And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other
without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each
other, is every bit as wonderful.
And that I can think such thoughts as these, is just as wonderful;
And that I can remind you, and you think them, and know them to be
true, is just as wonderful.
Ah more than any priest O soul we too believe in God,
But with the mystery of God we dare not dally.
…
Whose air I breathe, whose ripples hear, lave me all over,
Bathe me O God in thee, mounting to thee,
I and my soul to range in range of thee.
O Thou transcendant,
Nameless, the fibre and the breath,
Light of the light, shedding forth universes, thou centre of them,
Thou mightier centre of the true, the good, the loving,
Thou moral, spiritual fountain— affection’s source— thou reservoir,
…
Greater than stars or suns,
Bounding O soul thou journeyest forth;
What love than thine and ours could wider amplify?
What aspirations, wishes, outvie thine and ours, O soul?
What dreams of the ideal? what plans of purity, perfection, strength?
What cheerful willingness for others’ sake, to give up all?
For others’ sake to suffer all?
Reckoning ahead O soul, when thou, the time achiev’d,
The seas all cross’d, weather’d the capes, the voyage done,
Surrounded, copest, frontest God, yieldest, the aim attain’d,
As fill’d with friendship, love complete, the Elder Brother found,
The Younger melts in fondness in his arms.
…
Passage, immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins!
Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
Sail forth— steer for the deep waters only,
Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me,
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
O farther farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!
I am too full of woe!
Haply I may not live another day;
I can not rest, O God—I can not eat or drink or sleep,
Till I put forth myself, my prayer, once more to Thee,
Breathe, bathe myself once more in Thee—commune with Thee,
Report myself once more to Thee.
…
The end I know not—it is all in Thee;
Or small, or great, I know not—haply, what broad fields, what lands;
Haply, the brutish, measureless, human undergrowth I know,
Transplanted there, may rise to stature, knowledge worthy Thee;
Haply the swords I know may there indeed be turn’d to reaping tools;
Haply the lifeless cross I know—Europe’s dead cross—may bud and blossom there.
One effort more—my altar this bleak sand:
That Thou, O God, my life hast lighted,
With ray of light, steady, ineffable, vouchsafed of Thee,
(Light rare, untellable—lighting the very light!
Beyond all signs, descriptions, languages!)
For that, O God—be it my latest word—here on my knees,
Old, poor, and paralyzed—I thank Thee.
…
(It seems to me that every thing in the light and air ought to be happy,
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave let him know he has enough.)
…
A show of the summer softness—a contact of something unseen—an amour of the light and air, I am jealous and overwhelm’d with friendliness, And will go gallivant with the light and air myself.
O love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me,
…
I swear they are averaged now—one is no better than the other, The night and sleep have liken’d them and restored them.
I swear they are all beautiful, Every one that sleeps is beautiful, every thing in the dim light is beautiful, The wildest and bloodiest is over, and all is peace.
Peace is always beautiful, The myth of heaven indicates peace and night.
The myth of heaven indicates the soul, The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less, it comes or it lags behind, It comes from its embower’d garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world,
…
The soul is always beautiful, The universe is duly in order, every thing is in its place, What has arrived is in its place and what waits shall be in its place, … The diverse shall be no less diverse, but they shall flow and unite—they unite now.
The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie unclothed,
They flow hand in hand over the whole earth from east to west as they lie unclothed,
…
I too pass from the night, I stay a while away O night, but I return to you again and love you.
Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you? I am not afraid, I have been well brought forward by you, I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long, I know not how I came of you and I know not where I go with you, but I know I came well and shall go well.
Camerado, this is no book,
Who touches this touches a man,
(Is it night? are we here together alone?)
It is I you hold and who holds you,
I spring from the pages into your arms—decease calls me forth.
O how your fingers drowse me,
Your breath falls around me like dew, your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears,
I feel immerged from head to foot;
Delicious, enough.
…
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
…
These, these, O sea, all these I’d gladly barter,
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
And leave its odor there.
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring’s invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.
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WHEN the full-grown poet came,
Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;
But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled, Nay, he is mine alone;
—Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took
each by the hand;
And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands,
Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,
And wholly and joyously blends them.
“…a religious and moral character beneath the political and productive and intellectual bases of the States. For know you not, dear, earnest reader, that the people of our land may all read and write, and may all possess the right to vote-and yet the main things may be entirely lacking?”
“Never was anything more wanted than,
today, and here in the States, the poet of the modern is wanted, or the great literatus of the modern. At all times, perhaps, the central point in any nation, and that whence it is itself really sway’d the most, and whence it sways others, is its national literature, especially its archetypal poems. … Why tower, in reminiscence, above all the nations of the earth, two special lands, petty in themselves, yet inexpressibly gigantic, beautiful, columnar? Immortal Judah lives, and Greece immortal lives, in a couple of poems.”
“For, I say, the true nationality of the States, the genuine union, when we come to a mortal crisis, is, and is to be, after all, neither the written law, nor (as is generally supposed) either self-interest, or common pecuniary or material objects-but the fervid and tremendous IDEA, melting everything else with resistless heat, and solving all lesser and definite distinctions in vast, indefinite, spiritual, emotional power.”
“And, topping democracy, this most alluring record, that it alone can bind, and ever seeks to bind, all nations, all men, of however various and distant lands, into a brotherhood, a family. It is the old, yet ever-modern dream of earth, out of her eldest and her youngest, her fond philosophers and poets. Not that half only, individualism, which isolates. There is another half, which is adhesiveness or love, that fuses, ties, and aggregates, making the races comrades, and fraternizing all. Both are to be vitalized by religion (sole worthiest elevator of man or State), breathing into the proud, material tissues, the breath of life. For I say at the core of democracy, finally, is the religious element. All the religions, old and new, are there. Nor may the scheme step forth, clothed in resplendent beauty and command, till these, bearing the best, the latest fruit, the spiritual, shall fully appear.”
“There is, in sanest hours, a consciousness, a thought that rises, independent, lifted out from all else, calm, like the stars, shining eternal. This is the thought of identity-yours for you, whoever you are, as mine for me. Miracle of miracles, beyond statement, most spiritual and vaguest of earth’s dreams, yet hardest basic fact, and only entrance to all facts. In such devout hours, in the midst of the significant wonders of heaven and earth (significant only because of the Me in the center), creeds, conventions, fall away and become of no account before this simple idea. Under the luminousness of real vision, it alone takes possession, takes value. Like the shadowy dwarf in the fable, once liberated and look’d upon, it expands over the whole earth, and spreads to the roof of heaven.”
“I should say, indeed, that only in the perfect uncontamination and solitariness of individuality may the spirituality of religion positively come forth at all. Only here, and on such terms, the meditation, the devout ecstasy, the soaring flight. Only here, communion with the mysteries, the eternal problems, whence? whither? Alone, and identity, and the mood—and the soul emerges, and all statements, churches, sermons, melt away like vapors. Alone, and silent thought and awe, and aspiration-and then the interior consciousness, like a hitherto unseen inscription, in magic ink, beams out its wondrous lines to the sense. Bibles may convey, and priests expound, but it is exclusively for the noiseless operation of one’s isolated Self, to enter the pure ether of veneration, reach the divine levels, and commune with the unutterable.”
“The elevating and etherealizing ideas of the unknown and of unreality must be brought forward with authority, as they are the legitimate heirs of the known, and of reality, and at least as great as their parents. Fearless of scoffing, and of the ostent, let us take our stand, our ground, and never desert it, to confront the growing excess arrogance of realism.“
“That something is the All, and the idea of All, with the accompanying idea of eternity, and of itself, the soul, buoyant, indestructible, sailing space forever, visiting every region, as a ship the sea. And again lo! the pulsations in all matter, all spirit, throbbing forever—the eternal beats, eternal systole and diastole of life in things-wherefrom I feel and know that death is not the ending, as was thought, but rather the real beginning—and that nothing ever is or can be lost, nor ever die, nor soul, nor matter.”
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”As one great furnace flames, yet from those flames / No light, but rather darkness visible”
“…hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new possessor: one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.”
“Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav’n.”
“…firm and unmoved / With dread of death to flight or foul retreat…”
“his form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appeared
Less than Archangel ruined, and th’ excess
Of glory obscured: as when the sun new ris’n
Looks through the horizontal misty air
Shorn of his beams…
Darkened so, yet shone
Above them all th’ Archangel: but his face
Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care
Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows
Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride
Waiting revenge…”
Upon voting what to do following their exile, Moloch votes to go back to war. Furious, wrathful, scorned is Moloch. Belial, however, votes to stay in Hell and surrender. Belial means lit. ‘throws off the yoke’ as per the r Rabbinical tradition, and was referred to those who oppose established authority, civil or religious. Here is Belial described by Milton:
“For dignity composed and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels: for his thoughts were low;
To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds
Timorous and slothful: yet he pleased the ear,
And with persuasive accent thus began.”
“Others apart sat on a hill retired,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,
And found no end, in wand’ring mazes lost.”
Satan volunteers to go meddle with Earth. On his way out of Hell, Sin and Death guard the exit. Sin, it turns out, emerges out of the head of Satan after an internal (?) vision that enamoured him. Then, the joy Satan took in delighting in Sin impregnated her, and she birthed inbred Death. Birthing Death ripped her apart, flung entrails and all, and Satan did not recognize her at the gate (symbol of initial delight in sin and retrospective disgust post-indulgence).
Sin is given the key to Hell by God and instructed to under no circumstances open its doors. Satan persuades her by telling her and Death that they will be able to occupy earth.
“Thou art my father, thou my author, thou
My being gav’st me; whom should I obey
But thee, whom follow?”
Says Sin. Of course, in shortsighted fashion, Sin neglects what gave rise to her father.
“And where the river of bliss through midst of Heav’n
Rolls o’er Elysian flow’rs her amber stream;
Bind their resplendent locks inwreathed with beams…”
“So spake the false dissembler unperceived;
For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through Heav’n and Earth:
And oft though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom’s gate, and to simplicity
Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems.”
“horror and doubt distract
His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir
The Hell within him, for within him Hell
He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place.”
“Me miserable! Which way shall I Ay Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;”
“And all amid them stood the Tree of Life,
High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit
Of vegetable gold; and next to life
Our death the Tree of Knowledge grew fast by,
Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.”
“airs, vernal airs,
Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune
The trembling leaves, while universal Pan
Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance
Led on th’ eternal spring.“
“though both
Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed;
For contemplation he and valor formed,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace,
He for God only, she for God in him”
“His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clust’ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad”
“She as a veil down to the slender waist
Her unadorned golden tresses wore
Disheveled, but in wanton ringlets waved
As the vine curls her tendrils, which implied
Subjection, but required with gentle sway,
And by her yielded, by him best received,
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.”
“and other rites
Observing none, but adoration pure
Which God likes best…”
“Happiness in his power left free to will,
Left to his own free will, his will though free,
Yet mutable…”
“well we may afford
Our givers their own gifts, and large bestow
From large bestowed, where nature multiplies
Her fertile growth, and by disburd’ning grows
More fruitful, which instructs us not to spare.”
“though spring and autumn here
Danced hand in hand.”
“Heav’nly stranger, please to taste
These bounties which our Nourisher, from whom
All perfect good unmeasured out descends,
To us for food and for delight hath caused
The earth to yield;”
“O Adam, one Almighty is, from whom
All things proceed, and up to him return,
If not depraved from good, created all
Such to perfection, one first matter all,
Endued with various forms, various degrees
Of substance, and in things that live, of life;”
“Differing but in degree, of kind the same.”
“Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled.”
“For strength from truth divided and from just,
Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
And ignominy, yet to glory aspires
Vainglorious, and through infamy seeks fame:
Therefore eternal silence be their doom.”
“…till by degrees of merit raised
They open to themselves at length the way
Up hither, under long obedience tried,
And Earth be chang’d to Heav’n, and Heav’n to Earth,
One kingdom, joy and union without end.”
“Thus God the heav’n created, thus the earth,
Matter unformed and void: darkness profound
Covered th’ abyss: but on the wat’ry calm
His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspread,
And vital virtue infused, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mass…”
“…so the wat’ry throng,
Wave rolling after wave, where way they found,
If steep, with torrent rapture, if through plain,
Soft-ebbing; nor withstood them rock or hill,
But they, or under ground, or circuit wide
With serpent error wand’ring, found their way,
And on the washy ooze deep channels wore…”
“To love thou blam’st me not, for love thou say’st
Leads up to Heav’n, is both the way and guide;”
Thoughts on the characters of Sin and Death
“To trust thee from my side, imagined wise,
Constant, mature, proof against all assaults,
And understood not all was but a show
Rather than solid virtue, all but a rib
Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears,“
“But self-destruction therefore sought, refutes
That excellence thought in thee, and implies,
Not thy contempt, but anguish and regret
For loss of life and pleasure overloved.”
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[24]
Hermit, that yogi is my guru
who can untie this song.
A tree stands without root,
without flowers bears fruit;
no leaf, no branch, and eight
sky-mouths thundering.
Dance done without feet,
tune played without hands,
praises sung without tongue,
singer without shape or form—
the true teacher reveals.
Seek the bird’s, the fish’s path.
Kabir says, both are hard.
I offer myself to an image:
the great being beyond boundaries
and beyond beyond.
[40]
The pandits’ pedantries are lies.
If saying Ram gave liberation
saying candy made your mouth sweet
saying fire burned your feet,
saying water quenched your thirst,
saying food banished hunger,
the whole world would be free.
The parrot gabbles “God” like a man
but doesn’t know God’s glory.
When he flies off to the jungle,
he’ll forget God.
If you don’t see, if you don’t touch,
what’s the use of the name?
If saying money made you rich,
nobody would be poor.
Lovers of lust and delusion
laugh at the lovers of God.
Kabir says, worship the one Ram,
or you’ll go, trussed up, to Death City.
[58]
Lord!
A fire is raging
without fuel.
No one can put it out.
I know it spreads from you, enflaming
the whole world.
Even in water
the flames sprout.
…
As the city blazes, the watchman
sleeps happily, thinking,
“My house is secure.
Let the town burn,
as long as my things are saved.”
…
[63]
Who can I tell?
And who will believe it?
When the bee touches that flower,
he dies.
In the middle of the sky’s temple
blooms a flower.
Its petals are down and its roots are up.
No tilling, sowing or watering,
no shoots or leaves—
just a flower.
Beautifully it blossoms, beautifully
the garland-maker ties her knots.
If it’s destroyed
the bee despairs.
Kabir says, listen saints:
the pandits are greedy
for that flower.
[70]
…
Kabir says, saint, say Ram, Ram
and Ram and Ram again, sir.
The things men eat to please their tongues
come back to eat the men, sir.
[94]
What will you call the Pure?
Say, creature: how will you mutter the name
of one without hand or foot,
mouth, tongue or ear?
The light called light-within-light,
what is its sign?
When light-within-light is killed by light,
where has it gone?
…
Kabir says, seekers, sages, scholars,
listen and penetrate.
[97]
…
Does Khuda live in the mosque?
Then who lives everywhere?
Is Ram in idols and holy ground?
Have you looked and found him there?
Hari in the East, Allah in the West—
so you like to dream.
Search in the heart, in the heart alone:
there live Ram and Karim!
Which is false, Koran or Veda?
False is the darkened view.
It’s one, one in every body!
How did you make it two?
Every man and woman born,
they’re all your forms, says Kabir.
I’m Ram-and-Allah’s foolish baby,
he’s my guru and pir.
[101]
I looked and looked—astonishing!
(Only a rare one hears me sing.)
The earth shot backwards to the sky,
an elephant fell in an ant’s eye,
mountains flew without a breeze,
souls and creatures climbed the trees,
in a dry lake the waves lashed,
without water, waterbirds splashed.
Pandits sat and read the law,
babbled of what they never saw.
Who understands Kabir’s rhyme
is a true saint to the end of time.
[7]
…
Of the sourceless state, what to say?
No town, nowhere to stay;
seen without a trace;
what do you call that place?
[9]
Get supplies right here,
the road ahead is bumpy.
They rush to buy heaven
where there’s no salesman
and no shop.
[10]
If you know you’re alive,
find the essence of life.
Life is the sort of guest
you don’t meet twice.
[69]
Drop falling in the ocean—
everyone knows.
Ocean absorbed in the drop—
a rare one knows.
[80]
Many sayers, but no
graspers.
Let the sayers flow away
if they won’t
grasp.
[84]
Good words, bad words,
back and forth goes the tongue.
Mind gives a hit:
this way and that.
It’s Death behind the swing.
[124]
The guru’s word is one,
ideas about it endless.
Sages and pandits exhaust themselves,
the Vedas can’t touch its limit.
[137]
…
don’t be afraid
of life;
the essence
of spirituality.
[140]
So what if you dropped illusion?
You didn’t drop your pride.
Pride has fooled the best sages,
pride devours all.
[172]
You don’t find:
diamonds in storerooms,
sandal trees in rows,
lions in flocks,
holy men in herds.
[183]
I speak for all
but no one knows me.
It was okay then
and it’s okay now.
Ages pass, I stay the same.
[200]
Who knows me,
I know him.
I don’t care what the world
or the Vedas say.
[276]
Speech is priceless
if you speak with knowledge.
Weigh it in the heart’s balance
before it comes from the mouth.
[278]
So he’s like that;
don’t you be a fool.
This much relative,
that much absolute
knead them into one thought.
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“Hoard and praise the verity of gravel.
Gems for the undeluded. Milt of earth.
It’s plain, champing song against the shovel
Soundtests and sandblasts words like ‘honest worth’.
Beautiful in or out of the river,
The kingdom of gravel was inside you too - Deep down, far back, clear water running over Pebbles of caramel, hailstone, mackerel-blue.” (Gravel Walks)
“Leonardo said: the sun has never
Seen a shadow. Now watch the sculptor move Full circle round her next work, like a lover
In the sphere of shifting angles and fixed love.”
(Poet’s Chair)
At the Wellhead
Your songs, when you sing them with your two eyes closed
As you always do, are like a local road
We’ve known every turn of in the past —
…
Sing yourself to where the singing comes from,
Ardent and cut off like our blind neighbour
Who played the piano all day in her bedroom.
Her notes came out to us like hoisted water
Ravelling off a bucket at the wellhead
Where next thing we’d be listening, hushed and awkward.
*
That blind-from-birth, sweet-voiced, withdrawn musician
Was like a silver vein in heavy clay.
Night water glittering in the light of day.
But also just our neighbour, Rosie Keenan.
…
…her eyes were full
Of open darkness and a watery shine.
She knew us by our voices. She’d say she ‘saw’
Whoever or whatever. Being with her
Was intimate and helpful, like a cure
You didn’t notice happening. When I read
A poem with Keenan’s well in it, she said,
‘I can see the sky at the bottom of it now.’
Postscript
…
You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
Lupins
They stood. And stood for something. Just by standing.
In waiting. Unavailable. But there
For sure. Sure and unbending.
Rose-fingered dawn’s and navy midnight’s flower.
Seed packets to begin with, pink and azure,
Sifting lightness and small jittery promise:
Lupin spires, erotics of the future,
Lip-brush of the blue and earth’s deep purchase.
O pastel turrets, pods and tapering stalks
That stood their ground for all our summer wending
And even when they blanched would never balk.
And none of this surpassed our understanding.
Album
…
Too late, alas, now for the apt quotation
About a love that’s proved by steady gazing
Not at each other but in the same direction.
Chanson d’Aventure
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book. (The Ecstasy, John Donne)
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”When [Aryans] contemplated the functioning of the cosmos, they became aware of a force that somehow pulled the potentially warring elements of the universe together. This power was neither a deva nor a modern Creator God. It was rather a transcendent impersonal force which the Aryans called rta, the rhythm of the universe. … Any divisive action that tried to appropriate things for oneself was “false”—a betrayal of rta.“
“The word “mysticism” derives from the Greek verb muo (“to close”). Later contemplatives explained that they would “close” or “turn off” the analytical and propositional activity that we now know to be characteristic of the brain’s left hemisphere.“
The Rig Veda draws on an ancient Aryan myth claiming that voluntary self-sacrifice of the First Man (Purusha) brought the world into being. The various castes came from his different body parts (mouth, Brahmins; feet, shudra). The moon from his mind, sun from his eyes. The Four Vedas even emerged from his corpse. (RV 10.9.12-14)
1.4 Master Zeng [Zengzi] said, “Every day I examine myself on three points. When I worked to benefit someone else, did I do my best? In my relationship with my friends, did I fail to be trustworthy? Did I pass on any knowledge I myself had not put into practice?” (Analects 1.4)
“One of the reasons for the popularity of the Lotus is that it suggests that the smallest act of devotion can have a disproportionately positive result. If somebody merely raises their hand and says, “Adoration to the Buddha,” they are on the road to enlightenment.”
“Just as the same rain falls upon trees and gives to each distinctive flavour-vines in accord with their nature, olives in accord with their nature—so too the words of the Torah are all one—yet they contain [the distinct characteristics of] scripture: Mishnah, halakhot and aggadot.” (Sifre on Deuteronomy, 306)
“Purists, the primordial “Person” of the Rig Veda, was now thought to be incarnate in Lord Krishna, who was purusbottama (Vishnu person-ified”), Purusha’s ody had contained all the worlds: all gods, demons, sages and kings; all rituals; all truth and, signifi-cantly, all the Vedic mantras, meters and chants.” So Vishnu/Krishna was not only the fulfilment of the Veda, he was the Veda in human form: “Asceticism is my heart; mantra is my body; knowledge assumes the shape of my activity; sacrifices are my limbs; the dharma born from sacrifices is my essence (atman]; the gods are my various breaths.” (BP 6.4.46) The abstruse lore of the Brahmins had now blended with the yearnings of the ordinary people, who had been excluded from the Vedic rites. The goal is no longer a disciplined, mystical absorption in the inscrutable Brahman, but ecstatic union with Krishna.”
“[Krishna’s] most famous battle is with Kaliya, a many-headed monster who was poisoning the stream in which he lived and killing the cattle. Krishna jumps into the water, baiting Kaliya until he finally emerges from his lair. Instead of fighting, Krishna dances around him until Kaliya’s heads droop with exhaustion. He admits defeat, and Krishna banishes him to a distant island.”
“Our human mind is “precarious”: our selfish desires, prejudices and instability constantly separate us from our Dao mind, so we must control it, uniting it to our heavenly Dao mind by means of jing (“attentiveness” or “reverence”). “I’ve been troubled by unsettled thoughts,” Su Jiming, a member of the Cheng circle, confessed. “At times, before I think through one matter, other matters occur to me, entangled like hemp fibres. What’s to be done?” “This must be avoided; it is the source of disintegration. You must practice,” Cheng Vi replied. “When practicing, you become capable of concentrating, things will be all right. Whether in thought or action, you must always seek unity.” (Er-Cheng Yishu 223.9)”
“Instead of the bible illuminating the world, the world explained the bible.”
Literalists and fundamentalists mapping the world, e.g., scientific discoveries, to the bible. Idolatry.
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“There was neither death nor immortality then. No signs were there of night or day. The ONE was breathing by its own power, in infinite peace. Only the ONE was: there was nothing beyond.
Darkness was hidden in darkness. The all was fluid and formless. Therein, in the void, by the fire of fervour arose the ONE.
And in the ONE arose love: Love the first seed of the soul. The truth of this the sages found in their hearts: seeking in their hearts with wisdom, the sages found that bond of union between Being and non-being.
Who knows the truth? Who can tell whence and how arose this universe? The gods are later than its beginning: who knows therefore whence comes this creation?
Only that god who sees in highest heaven: he only knows whence came this universe, and whether it was made or un-created. He only knows, or perhaps he knows not.”
(Rig Veda X. 129)
“Who sees variety and not the unity wanders from death to death.” (Katha Upanishad 2.1.10-11)
“In rising to the best in us we rise to the Self in us, to Brahman, to God himself. Thus when the sage of the Upanishads is pressed for a definition of God, he remains silent, meaning that God is silence. When asked again to express God in words, he says: ‘Neti, neti’, ‘Not this, not this’; but when pressed for a positive explanation he utters the sublimely simple words: ‘TAT TVAM AST’, ‘Thou art That’.”
“Brahman is described as immanent and transcendent, within all and outside all. If the All is imagined as a triangle, the apex might be imagined as God transcendent, who in his expansion creates matter out of himself, not out of nothing, and thus becomes immanent until the end of evolution when the immanent has all again become transcendent in an ascension of evolution towards him. Why? For the joy of creation. Why is there evil? For the joy of good arising from it. Why darkness? That light may shine the more. Why suffering? For the instruction of the soul and the joy of sacrifice. Why the infinite play of creation and evolution? For Anandam, pure joy.”
“What a wonderful relation do we establish with a human being when in spite of his limitations we see his Infinity!
But if we merely consider him as an object of intellectual curiosity, a fixed number in static statistics, or even as a mere machine whose work we can buy and sell, we degrade both him and ourselves.”
“The greatest prayers of men have always been prayers for light and love. We cannot buy light and love in the market place of men; but they are given to us ‘without money and without price.’”
“[Jesus says] ‘Behold the kingdom of God is within you’. We pray ‘Thy kingdom come’, and the kingdom of heaven is at hand; but we also pray ‘Thy will be done’, and what is the will but the will of love? The Truth of the Spirit is not found by the arguing of philosophical or metaphysical questions. How can we ask a question about something so near at hand? … We know that we are alive, but not alive to the Highest Life. If, however, we are tempted to argue about the supreme problems, forgetting the words of Indian wisdom that ‘Those things which are beyond thought should not be subjected to argument’ and that ‘When we can argue about a thing it shows that it is not worth arguing about’…”
“Our spiritual life must be a work of creation. Whether we are within a religion, or outside a religion, or against religion, we can only live by faith, a burning faith in the spiritual values of man. This faith can only come from life, from the deep fountain of life within us, the Atman of the Upanishads, Nirvana, the Kingdom of Heaven.“
“The path of Truth may not be a path of parallel lines but a path that follows one circle: by going to the right and climbing the circle, or by going to the left and climbing the circle we are bound to meet at the top, although we started in apparently contrary directions. This is bound to be in the end, because Truth is one. This is expressed in the Bhagavad Gita, the Song of God:
‘In any way that men love me in that same way they find my love: for many are the paths of men, but they all in the end come to me.’”
“The answer of the Upanishads [to whether an immanent-transcendent Being exists] is YES, and this means that the essence of the universe and of ourselves is positive: it is the holy word of the Upanishads, OM, one of the meanings of which is yes. How can we know? This Truth can be known in the silence of the soul.“
“The stronger is the imagination, the less imaginary it is.” — Rabindranath Tagore
“By love he knows me in truth, who I am and what I am. And when he knows me in truth he enters into my Being.” (BG 18.55)
“Brahman is beyond the historical ever-changing process of the universe, even as our Atman is beyond our ‘childhood, youth and old age’, as the Gita sings… Brahman is the God of the universe, ever watching and helping the work of creation, the God who is in the centre of our hearts, whom we can love and, what is even more wonderful, whose love we can feel.”
And what is love? We know that it cannot be defined. The words of Lao Tzu remind us of this truth, if instead of his word Tao we use the word GOD or LOVE.
‘People think that Tao is foolishness because it lacks definition:
But Tao lacks definition because it is infinite.
Il Tao could be defined, it would be small and not great.’”
More Lao Tzu:
“He who loves does not dispute;
He who disputes does not love.”
“Love is that which places the free in bondage and to those in bondage gives freedom.” — Ramon Llull
“When by love the full communion of man with God has taken place, when man sees God in all and all in God, then that man is one with Brahman, he has crossed the river of life and he has heard the songs of immortality welcoming him on the other shore. This is what all the masters of the Spirit tell us.”
“He who sees that the Lord of all is ever the same in all that is, immortal in the field of mortality - he sees the truth.
And when a man sees that the God in himself is the same God in all that is, he hurts not himself by hurting others: then he goes indeed to the highest Path.” (BG 8.27-28)
“The Life that gives life to our life.”
“If the thinker wanted to use the words of the mystic, he could soon define the nature of God. God is love and also the end of love: herein we find the whole contribution of mysticism. The mystic will never grow tired of speaking of this twofold love.
His descriptions have no end, because what he wants to describe is undescribable. But he is definite on one point: that divine love is not something belonging to God: it is God Himself.
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All mystics are unanimous in declaring that God has need of us, even as we have need of God. Why should God need us, unless it were to give us His love?
This is the conclusion to which the philosopher who accepts the mystical experience must come. The whole creation will then appear to him as a vast work of God for the creation of creators, for the possession of beings co-workers with Him and worthy of His love.” — Henri Bergson
“I pray not for wealth, I pray not for honours, I pray not for pleasures, or even the joys of poetry. I only pray that during all my life I may have love: that I may have pure love to love
Thee.” — Chaitanya (~1500AD)
“O friend I hope for Him whilst you live, know whilst you live, understand whilst you live: for in life deliverance abides.
If your bonds be not broken whilst living, what hope of deliv. erance in death?
It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall have union with Him because it has passed from the body:
If He is found now, He is found then. If not, we do but go to dwell in death.” — Kabir
“Those who rely on physical miracles to prove the truth of spiritual things forget the ever-present miracle of the universe and of our own lives. The lover of the physical miracle is in fact a materialist: instead of making material things spiritual, as the poet or the spiritual man does, he simply makes spiritual things material, and this is the source of all idolatry and superstition.“
“A seeker of the Truth of life will seek the Truth of Being and of Love, since a single flash of this Truth gives us faith far stronger than life. This faith is confirmed by the words of sacred books, by the life of those whose life was a book of life, and by the inner whisperings of our soul.”
“He moves, and he moves not. He is far, and he is near. He is within all, and he is outside all.”
“Into deep darkness fall those who follow action. Into deeper darkness fall those who follow knowledge.
One is the outcome of knowledge, and another is the outcome of action. Thus have we heard from the ancient sages who explained this truth to us.
He who knows both knowledge and action, with action overcomes death and with knowledge reaches immortality.
Into deep darkness fall those who follow the immanent. Into deeper darkness fall those who follow the transcendent.
One is the outcome of the transcendent, and another is the outcome of the immanent. Thus have we heard from the ancient sages who explained this truth to us.
He who knows both the transcendent and the immanent, with the immanent overcomes death and with the transcendent reaches immortality.”
”a mortal ripens like corn, and like corn is born again.”
“Know the Atman as Lord of a chariot; and the body as the chariot itself. Know that reason is the charioteer; and the mind indeed is the reins.
The horses, they say, are the senses; and their paths are the objects of sense. When the soul becomes one with the mind and the senses he is called ‘one who has joys and sorrows’.
He who has not right understanding and whose mind is never steady is not the ruler of his life, like a bad driver with wild horses.”
“As water raining on a mountain-ridge runs down the rocks on all sides, so the man who only sees variety of things runs after them on all sides.
But as pure water raining on pure water becomes one and the same, so becomes, O Nachiketas, the soul of the sage who knows.”
“There the sun shines not, nor the moon, nor the stars; lightnings shine not there and much less earthly fire. From his light all these give light, and his radiance illumines all creation.”
“The Tree of Eternity has its roots in heaven above and its branches reach down to earth.”
“[Purusha’s (pure consciousness)] form is not in the field of vision: no one sees him with mortal eyes. He is seen by a pure heart and by a mind and thoughts that are pure. Those who know him attain life immortal.”
“Words and thoughts cannot reach him and he cannot be seen by the eye. How can he then be perceived except by him who says ‘He is’?
In the faith of ‘He is’ his existence must be perceived, and he must be perceived in his essence. When he is perceived as ‘He is’, then shines forth the revelation of his essence.”
“Abiding in the midst of ignorance, but thinking themselves wise and learned, fools aimlessly go hither and thither, like blind led by the blind.
Wandering in the paths of unwisdom, ‘We have attained the end of life’, think the foolish. Clouds of passion conceal to them the beyond, and sad is their fall when the reward of their pious actions has been enjoyed.
Imagining religious ritual and gifts of charity as the final good, the unwise see not the Path supreme. Indeed they have in high heaven the reward of their pious actions; but thence they fall and come to earth or even down to lower regions.
But those who in purity and faith live in the solitude of the forest, who have wisdom and peace and long not for earthly possessions, those in radiant purity pass through the gates of the sun to the dwelling-place supreme where the Spirit is in Eternity.”
“This is the truth: As from a fire aflame thousands of sparks come forth, even so from the Creator an infinity of beings have life and to him return again.
But the spirit of light above form, never-born, within all, outside all, is in radiance above life and mind, and beyond this creation’s Creator.”
“Radiant in his light, yet invisible in the secret place of the heart, the Spirit is the supreme abode wherein dwells all that moves and breathes and sees. Know him as all that is, and all that is not, the end of love-longing beyond understanding, the highest in all beings.
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Take the great bow of the Upanishads and place in it an arrow sharp with devotion. Draw the bow with concentration on him and hit the centre of the mark, the same everlasting Spirit.
The bow is the sacred OM, and the arrow is our own soul.
Brahman is the mark of the arrow, the aim of the soul. Even as an arrow becomes one with its mark, let the watchful soul be one in him.”
“There are two birds, two sweet friends, who dwell on the self-same tree. The one eats the fruits thereof, and the other looks on in silence.
The first is the human soul who, resting on that tree, though active, feels sad in his unwisdom. But on beholding the power and glory of the higher Spirit, he becomes free from sorrow.
When the wise seer beholds in golden glory the Lord, the Spirit, the Creator of the god of creation, then he leaves good and evil behind and in purity he goes to the unity supreme.
In silent wonder the wise see him as the life flaming in all creation.” (Part 3, Chapter 1)
“Filled with devotion, they have found the Spirit in all and go into the All.”
“As rivers flowing into the ocean find their final peace and their name and form disappear, even so the wise become free from name and form and enter into the radiance of the Supreme Spirit who is greater than all greatness.
In truth who knows God becomes God.”
“OM. This eternal Word is all: what was, what is and what shall be, and what beyond is in eternity. All is OM.“
“Matter in time passes away, but God is for ever in Eternity, and he rules both matter and soul. By meditation on him, by contemplation of him, and by communion with him, there comes in the end the destruction of earthly delusion.”
“God is found in the soul when sought with truth and self-sacrifice, as fire is found in wood, water in hidden springs, cream in milk, and oil in the oil-fruit.
There is a Spirit who is hidden in all things, as cream is hidden in milk, and who is the source of self-knowledge and self-sacrifice. This is Brahman, the Spirit Supreme. This is Brahman, the Spirit Supreme.”
“Without hands he holds all things, without feet he runs everywhere. Without eyes he sees all things, without ears all things he hears. He knows all, but no one knows him, the Spirit before the beginning, the Spirit Supreme everlasting.”
“Of what use is the Rig Veda to one who does not know the Spirit from whom the Rig Veda comes, and in whom all things abide? For only those who have found him have found peace.
For all the sacred books, all holy sacrifice and ritual and prayers, all the words of the Vedas, and the whole past and present and future, come from the Spirit. With Maya, his power of wonder, he made all things, and by Maya the human soul is bound.
Know therefore that nature is Maya, but that God is the ruler of Maya; and that all beings in our universe are parts of his infinite splendour.”
“Longing therefore for liberation, I go for refuge to God who by his grace reveals his own light; and who in the beginning created the god of creation and gave to him the sacred Vedas.”
“The soul is thus whirled along the rushing stream of muddy waters of the three conditions of nature [the Gunas - sattva, light, clarity; rajas, fire, passion; tamas, obscurity, darkness], and becomes unsteady and wavering, filled with confusion and full of desires, lacking concentration and disturbed with pride. Whenever the soul has thoughts of “I” and “mine” it binds itself with its lower self, as a bird with the net of a snare.” (3.2)
“Even as a spider reaches the liberty of space by means of its own thread, the man of contemplation by means of OM reaches freedom.” (6.22)
“Even as water becomes one with water, fire with fire, and air with air, so the mind becomes one with the Infinite Mind and thus attains final freedom.”
“It is not speech which we should want to know: we should know the speaker.
It is not things seen which we should want to know: we should know the seer.
It is not sounds which we should want to know: we should know the hearer.
It is not mind which we should want to know: WE SHOULD KNOW THE THINKER.” (3.8)
Truth <- knowledge <- thought <- faith <- progress <- creation <- joy <- the Infinite
“Where nothing else is seen, or heard, or known there is the Infinite. Where something else is seen, or heard, or known there is the finite. The Infinite is immortal; but the finite is mortal.” (7.16-25)
8.7-12 tells the story of the devas and asuras studying with Prajapati to learn the nature of the Self. Very good story.
“There the Spirit knows not, yet knowing not he knows. How could the Spirit not know if he is the All? But there is no duality there, nothing apart for him to know.
For only where there seems to be a duality, there one sees another, one feels another’s perfume, one tastes another, one speaks to another, one listens to another, one touches another and one knows another.
But in the ocean of Spirit the seer is alone beholding his own immensity.”
“Those who know him who is the eye of the eye, the ear of the ear, the mind of the mind and the life of life, they know Brahman from the beginning of time.
Even by the mind this truth must be seen: there are not many but only One. Who sees variety and not the Unity wanders on from death to death.
Behold then as One the infinite and eternal One who is in radiance beyond space, the everlasting Soul never born.
Knowing this, let the lover of Brahman follow wisdom. Let him not ponder on many words, for many words are weariness.”
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“I do pity you, children. Don’t think I’m unaware.
I know what need brings you: this sickness ravages all of you. Yet, sick as you are, not one of you suffers a sickness like mine.
Yours is a private grief, you feel only what touches you. But my heart grieves for you, for myself, and for our city.
You’ve come to wake me to all this.
There was no need.“ (Oedipus)
[Oedipus]
But here was your kingship murdered!
What kind of trouble could have blocked your search?
[Kreon]
The Sphinx’s song. So wily, so baffling!
She forced us to forget the dark past, to confront what lay at our feet.
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“I’ll banish this plague for my own sake.
Laios’ killer might one day come for me, exacting vengeance with that same hand.
Defending the dead man serves my interest.”
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“But as my luck would have it,
I have his power, his bed—a wife
who shares our seed. And had she borne
the children of us both, she might
have linked us closer still. But Laios
had no luck fathering children, and Fate
itself came down on his head.
These concerns make me fight for Laios
as I would for my own father.”
Tiresias enters, a blind seer. Upon arriving, he seems to sense Oedipus’ tragedy and refuses to cooperate. Oedipus is furious and calls Tiresias a traitor, to which Tiresias replies, “You blame your rage on me? When you don’t see how she embraces you, this fury you live with? No, so you blame me.”
“That’s your truth? Now hear mine:
honor the curse your own mouth spoke.
From this day on, don’t speak to me
or to your people here. You are the plague.
You poison your own land.
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I nurture truth, so truth guards me.” (Tiresias)
“If he still claims there were several,
then I cannot be the killer. One man
cannot be many. But if he says: one man,
braving the road alone, did it,
there’s no more doubt.”
“No human mind could conceive them [the sky-walking laws]. Those laws neither sleep nor forget— a mighty god lives on in them who does not age.”
“Which one of you ever, reaching
for blessedness that lasts,
finds more than what seems blest?
You live in that seeming
a while, then it vanishes.”
“It was Apollo who did this.
He made evil, consummate evil,
out of my life.
But the hand
that struck these eyes
was my hand.
I in my wretchedness
struck me, no one else did.”
“He was a most powerful man.
Which of us seeing his glory, his prestige, did not wish his luck could be ours?
Now look at what wreckage the seas of savage trouble have made of his life.
To know the truth of a man, wait till you see his life end.
On that day, look at him.”
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“Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.” — Aristophanes
After recounting the myth of man as a circular whole made of 2 of each human feature, split apart by Zeus, and longing for their other half.
“Besides being very young and very sensitive (Love) has a supple form. How, if he were stiff and unbending, could he wrap himself round everything, and be so stealthy in his first entrance into and in his departure from every soul?” (Agathon)
Love as supple and yielding. Taoist almost
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Perceiving order as ‘to give attention to similar differences and different similarities.’
If the ruler bends, say 30 degrees, and keeps going with regular spacing, there will be two different similarities. These two different similarities can be grouped into a second degree of similarity in the differences of spacing
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14 From the world of the senses, Arjuna, comes heat and comes cold, and pleasure and pain. They come and they go: they are transient. Arise above them, strong soul.
15 The man whom these cannot move, whose soul is one, beyond pleasure and pain, is worthy of life in Eternity.
16 The unreal never is: the Real never is not. This truth indeed has been seen by those who can see the true.
17 Interwoven in his creation, the Spirit is beyond destruction. No one can bring to an end the Spirit which is everlasting.
18 For beyond time he dwells in these bodies, though these bodies have an end in their time; but he remains immeasurable, immortal. Therefore, great warrior, carry on thy fight.
(2:14-18)
41 The follower of this path has one thought, and this is the End of his determination. But many-branched and endless are the thoughts of the man who lacks determination.
42 There are men who have no vision, and yet they speak many words. They follow the letter of the Vedas, and they say: ‘There is nothing but this.’
43 Their soul is warped with selfish desires, and their heaven is a selfish desire. They have prayers for pleasures and power, the reward of which is earthly rebirth.
44 Those who love pleasure and power hear and follow their words: they have not the determination ever to be one with the One.
(2:41-44)
53 When thy mind, that may be wavering in the contradictions of many scriptures, shall rest unshaken in divine contemplation, then the goal of Yoga is thine.
(2:54)
72 This is the Eternal in man, O Arjuna. Reaching him all delusion is gone. Even in the last hour of his life upon earth, man can reach the Nirvana of Brahman - man can find peace in the peace of his God.
(2:72)
26 Let not the wise disturb the mind of the unwise in selfish work. Let him, working with devotion, show the joy of good work.
(3:26)
30 Offer to me all thy works and rest thy mind on the Supreme. Be free from vain hopes and selfish thoughts, and with inner peace fight thou thy fight.
(3:30)
42 They say that the power of the senses is great. But greater than the senses is the mind. Greater than the mind is Buddhi, reason; and greater than reason is He - the Spirit in man and in all.
43 Know Him therefore who is above reason; and let his peace give thee peace. Be a warrior and kill desire, the powerful enemy of the soul.
(3:42-43)
14 In the bonds of works I am free, because in them I am free from desires. The man who can see this truth, in his work he finds his freedom.
(4:14)
22 He is glad whatever God gives him, and he has risen beyond the two contraries here below…
24 Who in all his work sees God, he in truth goes unto God: God is his worship, God is his offering, offered by God in the fire of God.
(4:24)
30 Others, through practice of abstinence, offer their life into Life. All those know what is sacrifice, and through sacrifice purify their sins.
5 Because the victory won by the man of wisdom is also won by the man of good work. That man sees indeed the truth who sees that vision and creation are one.
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7 No work stains a man who is pure, who is in harmony, who is master of his life, whose soul is one with the soul of all.
18 With the same evenness of love they behold a Brahmin who is learned and holy, or a cow, or an elephant, or a dog, and even the man who eats a dog.
8 When, happy with vision and wisdom, he is master of his own inner life, his soul sublime set on high, then he is called a Yogi in harmony. To him gold or stones or earth are one.
9 He has risen on the heights of his soul. And in peace he beholds relatives, companions and friends, those impartial or indifferent or who hate him: he sees them all with the same inner peace.
10 Day after day, let the Yogi practise the harmony of soul: in a secret place, in deep solitude, master of his mind, hoping for nothing, desiring nothing.
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19 Then his soul is a lamp whose light is steady, for it burns in a shelter where no winds come.
20 When the mind is resting in the stillness of the prayer of Yoga, and by the grace of the Spirit sees the Spirit and therein finds fulfilment;
21 Then the seeker knows the joy of Eternity: a vision seen by reason far beyond what senses can see. He abides therein and moves not from Truth.
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29 He sees himself in the heart of all beings and he sees all beings in his heart. This is the vision of the Yogi of harmony, a vision which is ever one.
30 And when he sees me in all and he sees all in me, then I never leave him and he never leaves me.
31 He who in this oneness of love, loves me in whatever he sees, wherever this man may live, in truth this man lives in me.
32 And he is the greatest Yogi he whose vision is ever one: when the pleasure and pain of others is his own pleasure and pain.
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5 But beyond my visible nature is my invisible Spirit. This is the fountain of life whereby this universe has its being.
6 All things have their life in this Life, and I am their beginning and end.
10 And I am from everlasting the seed of eternal life. I am the intelligence of the intelligent. I am the beauty of the beautiful.
23 But these are men of little wisdom, and the good they want has an end. Those who love the gods go to the gods; but those who love me come unto me.
24 The unwise think that I am that form of my lower nature which is seen by mortal eyes: they know not my higher nature, imperishable and supreme.
25 For my glory is not seen by all: I am hidden by my veil of mystery; and in its delusion the world knows me not, who was never born and for ever I am.
3 Braham is the Supreme, the Eternal. Atman is his Spirit in man. Karma is the force of creation, wherefrom all things have their life.
4 Matter is the kingdom of the earth, which in time passes away; but the Spirit is the kingdom of Light. In this body I offer sacrifice, and my body is a sacrifice.
21 This Invisible is called the Everlasting and is the highest End supreme. Those who reach him never return. This is my supreme abode.
22 This Spirit Supreme, Arjuna, is attained by an ever-living love. In him all things have their life, and from him all things have come.
4 All this visible universe comes from my invisible Being. All beings have their rest in me, but I have not my rest in them.
5 And in truth they rest not in me: consider my sacred mystery. I am the source of all beings, I support them all, but I rest not in them.
19 … I am life immortal and death; I am what is and what is not.
23 Even those who in faith worship other gods, because of their love they worship me, although not in the right way.
26 He who offers to me with devotion only a leaf, or a flower, or a fruit, or even a little water, this I accept from that yearning soul, because with a pure heart it was offered with love.
27 Whatever you do, or eat, or give, or offer in adoration, let it be an offering to me; and whatever you suffer, suffer it for me.
29 I am the same to all beings, and my love is ever the same; but those who worship me with devotion, they are in me and I am in them.
30 For even if the greatest sinner worships me with all his soul, he must be considered righteous, because of his righteous will.
31 And he shall soon become pure and reach everlasting peace. For this is my word of promise, that he who loves me shall not perish.
42 But of what help is it to thee to know this diversity? Know that with one single fraction of my Being I pervade and support the Universe, and know that I AM.
7 all their works to me, and who with pure love meditate on me and adore me - these I very soon deliver from the ocean of death and life-in-death, because they have set their heart on me.
16 He who is free from vain expectations, who is pure, who is wise and knows what to do, who in inner peace watches both sides, who shakes not, who works for God and not for himself - this man loves me, and he is dear to me.
17 He who feels neither excitement nor repulsion, who complains not and lusts not for things; who is beyond good and evil, and who has love - he is dear to me.
18 The man whose love is the same for his enemies or his friends, whose soul is the same in honour or disgrace, who is beyond heat or cold or pleasure or pain, who is free from the chains of attachments;
me.
20 But even dearer to me are those who have faith and love, and who have me as their End Supreme: those who hear my words of Truth, and who come to the waters of Everlasting Life.
14 … [Brahman] is beyond all, and yet he supports all. He is beyond the world of matter, and yet he has joy in this world.
15 He is invisible: he cannot be seen. He is far and he is near, he moves and he moves not, he is within all and he is outside all.
16 He is ONE in all, but it seems as if he were many. He supports all beings: from him comes destruction, and from him comes creation.
17 He is the Light of all lights which shines beyond all darkness. It is vision, the end of vision, to be reached by vision, dwelling in the heart of all.
21 …When [man] binds himself to things ever-changing, a good or evil fate whirls him round through life-in-death.
22 But the Spirit Supreme in man is beyond fate. He watches, gives blessing, bears all, feels all. He is called the Lord Supreme and the Supreme Soul.
23 He who knows in truth this Spirit and knows nature with its changing conditions, wherever this man may be he is no more whirled round by fate.
26 Whatever is born, Arjuna, whether it moves or it moves not, know that it comes from the union of the field and the knower of the field.
27 He who sees that the Lord of all is ever the same in all that is, immortal in the field of mortality - he sees the truth.
28 And when a man sees that the God in himself is the same God in all that is, he hurts not himself by hurting others: then he goes indeed to the highest Path.
30 When a man sees that the infinity of various beings is abiding in the ONE, and is an evolution from the ONE, then he becomes one with Brahman.
26 And he who with never-failing love adores me and works for me, he passes beyond the three powers and can be one with Brahman, the ONE.
27 For I am the abode of Brahman, the never-failing fountain of everlasting life. The law of righteousness is my law; and my joy is infinite joy.
5 Because the man of pure vision, without pride or delusion, in liberty from the chains of attachments, with his soul ever in his inner Spirit, all selfish desires gone, and free from the two contraries known as pleasure and pain, goes to the abode of Eternity.
6 There the sun shines not, nor the moon gives light, nor fire burns, for the Light of my glory is there. Those who reach that abode return no more.
7 A spark of my eternal Spirit becomes in this world a living soul; and this draws around its centre the five senses and the mind resting in nature.
7 Evil men know not what should be done or what should not be done. Purity is not in their hearts, nor good conduct, nor truth.
8 They say: ‘This world has no truth, no moral foundation, no God. There is no law of creation: what is the cause of birth but lust?’
11 Thus they are beset with innumerable cares which last long, all their life, until death. Their highest aim is sensual enjoyment, and they firmly think that this is all.
17 In their haughtiness of vainglory, drunk with the pride of their wealth, they offer their wrong sacrifices for ostentation, against divine law.
18 In their chains of selfishness and arrogance, of violence and anger and lust, these malignant men hate me: they hate me in themselves and in others.
2 The renunciation of selfish works is called renunciation; but the surrender of the reward of all work is called surrender.
3 Some say that there should be renunciation of action - since action disturbs contemplation; but others say that works of sacrifice, gift and self-harmony should not be renounced.
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5 Works of sacrifice, gift, and self-harmony should not be abandoned, but should indeed be performed; for these are works of purification.
6 But even these works, Arjuna, should be done in the freedom of a pure offering, and without expectation of a reward. This is my final word.
7 It is not right to leave undone the holy work which ought to be done. Such a surrender of action would be a delusion of darkness.
11 For there is no man on earth who can fully renounce living work, but he who renounces the reward of his work is in truth a man of renunciation.
12 When work is done for a reward, the work brings pleasure, or pain, or both, in its time; but when a man does work in Eternity, then Eternity is his reward.
16 If one thinks that his infinite Spirit does the finite work which nature does, he is a man of clouded vision and he does not see the truth.
17 He who is free from the chains of selfishness, and whose mind is free from any ill-will, even if he kills all these warriors he kills them not and he is free.
18 In the idea of a work there is the knower, the knowing and the known. When the idea is work there is the doer, the doing and the thing done.
20 When one sees Eternity in things that pass away and Infinity in finite things, then one has pure knowledge.
21 But if one merely sees the diversity of things, with their divisions and limitations, then one has impure knowledge.
22 And if one selfishly sees a thing as if it were everything, independent of the ONE and the many, then one is in the darkness of ignorance.
46 A man attains perfection when his work is worship of God, from whom all things come and who is in all.
47 Greater is thine own work, even if this be humble, than the work of another, even if this be great. When a man does the work God gives him, no sin can touch this man.
48 And a man should not abandon his work, even if he cannot achieve it in full perfection; because in all work there may be imperfection, even as in all fire there is smoke.
54 He is one with Brahman, with God, and beyond grief and desire his soul is in peace. His love is one for all creation, and he has supreme love for me.
55 By love he knows me in truth, who I am and what I am.
And when he knows me in truth he enters into my Being.
56 In whatever work he does he can take refuge in me, and he attains then by my grace the imperishable home of Eternity.
57 Offer in thy heart all thy works to me, and see me as the End of thy love, take refuge in the Yoga of reason, and ever rest thy soul in me.
58 lf thy soul finds rest in me, thou shalt overcome all dangers by my grace; but if thy thoughts are on thyself, and thou wilt not listen, thou shalt perish.
61 God dwells in the heart of all beings, Arjuna: thy God dwells in thy heart. And his power of wonder moves all things - puppets in a play of shadows - whirling them onwards on the stream of time.
62 Go to him for thy salvation with all thy soul, victorious man. By his grace thou shalt obtain the peace supreme, thy home of Eternity.
63 I have given thee words of vision and wisdom more secret than hidden mysteries. Ponder them in the silence of thy soul, and then in freedom do thy will.
64 Hear again my Word supreme, the deepest secret of silence...
65 Give thy mind to me, and give me thy heart, and thy sacrifice, and thy adoration. This is my Word of promise: thou shalt in truth come to me, for thou art dear to me.
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67 These things must never be spoken to one who lacks self-discipline, or who has no love, or who does not want to hear or who argues against me.
68 But he who will teach this secret doctrine to those who have love for me, and who himself has supreme love, he in truth shall come unto me.
69 For there can be no man among men who does greater work for me, nor can there be a man on earth who is dearer to me than he is.
Arjuna’s final response:
73 By thy grace I remember my Light, and now gone is my delusion. My doubts are no more, my faith is firm; and now I can say ‘Thy will be done.’
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