The Art of Creation: Essays on the Self and Its PowersG. Allen, 1904 - 253 oldal |
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act of knowledge action actual affiliation already ancestors animals appear aspect Beauty become body brain caterpillar cells cerebrum comes complex cosmic Cosmic Consciousness countless course Creation creature degree descended devils differentiated distinct divine dreams EDWARD CARPENTER emotion evolution existence experience expression external fact fear feeling figure glamour gods grow growth harmony Herbert Spencer heredity human idea ideal illusion images immense important individual inevitably inner insects instincts intelligence kind knower Lafcadio Hearn larva larvæ living look manifestation matter means memory mental mortal nature ness order of consciousness ordinary ourselves outer world perceived perception Pheidippides Plato present primitive race race-consciousness race-life racial memory realised relation represent Schopenhauer sciousness sensations sense separate side sleep stage of consciousness subject and object Tat tvam asi things Thomas Hardy thought tion transformation trees universal Upanishads vidual vision waking whole wings
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252. oldal - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out? When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
58. oldal - For Knowledge is the swallow on the lake That sees and stirs the surface-shadow there But never yet hath dipt into the abysm, The Abysm of all Abysms, beneath, within The blue of sky and sea, the green of earth, And in the million-millionth of a grain Which cleft and cleft again for evermore, And ever vanishing never vanishes, To me, my son, more mystic than myself, Or even than the Nameless is to me. And when thou sendest thy free soul thro
189. oldal - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
39. oldal - Some truths there are so near and obvious to the mind that a man need only open his eyes to see them. Such I take this important one to be, viz. that all the choir of heaven and furniture of the earth, in a word all those bodies which compose the mighty frame of the world, have not any subsistence without a mind...
105. oldal - Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
57. oldal - When to a man who understands, the Self has become all things, what sorrow, what trouble can there be to him who once beheld that unity ? 8.
39. oldal - ... so near and obvious to the mind that a man need only open his eyes to see them. Such I take this important one to be, viz., that all the choir of heaven and furniture of the earth, in a word, all those bodies which compose the mighty frame of the world, have not any subsistence without a mind — that their being is to be perceived or known...
59. oldal - I touch'd my limbs, the limbs Were strange not mine — and yet no shade of doubt, But utter clearness, and thro...
65. oldal - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
105. oldal - Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.