Frases Que Me Gustan

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Frases que me gustan

"Themind adapts itself to potentiality in order to measure everything in the mode ofpotentiality, and to

absolute necessity in order to measure everything in the mode of unity and simplicityas God does,and to the necessity of nexus in order to measure everything with respect to itspeculiar nature;finally, it adapts itself to determinate potentiality in order to measure everything withrespect to itsexistence. But furthermore the mind also measures symbolically, by comparison, aswhen it employsnumerals and geometric figures and equates other things with them."

Nicolas de cusa

brillan las innumerables estrellas de la noche,

la fuente de piedra susurra su mgica cancin,

y slo para m, para m, el solitario,

surcan las sombras coloreadas

igual que nubes que deambulasen como sueo sobre el paisaje.

Mos tambin los templos de los dioses,el venerable bosque del pasado.

Y no es menos mi patria en el futuro

la iluminada bveda celeste:

Mi alma alza el vuelo a veces con nostalgia

para ver el futuro dichoso de los hombres,

para ver el amor, vencedor de la ley, amor de pueblo a pueblo.

Vuelvo a encontrarme a todos, cambiados con nobleza:

al rey, al campesino, al comerciante, al laborioso pueblo de los marineros,al jardinero y al pastor, todos, agradecidos,

celebran la universal fiesta del futuro.Hesse

Yin Yang


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- Night, Dark

- Rain, Water, Cold

- Winter, Autumn

- Odd Numbers

-The Moon

- North, West

- Right, Down

- Intuition

- Passive, Static

- Contraction

- Decreasing

- Conservative

- Traditional

- Valley

- River

- Curve

- Soft

- Solidifying

- Psychological

- Astral World

- Tiger

- Kidneys, Heart

- Liver, Lungs

- Day, Light

- Fire, Heat

- Summer, Spring

- Even Numbers

-The Sun

- South, East

- Left, Up

- Intellect

- Active, Dynamic

- Expansion


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- Increasing

- Innovative

- Reformative

- Mountain

-Desert

- Straight Line

- Hard

- Dissolving

- Physical

- Visible World

- Dragon

- Bladder

- Intestines, Skin

Here I pause for one moment, to exhort the readernever to pay any attention to his

understandingto point the thoughts path-

etically upon that counter-vision of rest, of saintly repose

from strife and sorrow, towards which, as to their secret

haven, the profounder aspirations of man's heart are in

solitude continually travelling. Obliquely upon our left we

were nearing the sea ; which also must, under the present

1 " SighJiorn " : I owe the suggestion of this word to an obscure

remembrance of a beautiful phrase in "Giraldus Cambreusis" viz,

suspinosce cogitatwnes.

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circumstances, be repeating the general stale of halcyon

repose. The sea, the atmosphere, the light, bore each an

orchestral part in this universal lull. Moonlight and the

first timid tremblings of the dawn were by this time blend-

ing ; and the blendings were brought into a still more

exquisite state of unity by a slight silvery mist, motionless

and dreamy, that covered the woods and fields, but with aVeil of equable transparency. Except the feet of our own

horses, which, running on a sandy margin of the road,

made but little disturbance, there was no sound abroad.

In the clouds and on the earth prevailed the same majestic

peace ; and, in spite of all that the villain of a schoolmaster

has done for the ruin of our sublimer thoughts, which are

the thoughts of our infancy, we still believe in no such

nonsense as a limited atmosphere


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But the lady ! Oh, heavens ! will that spectacle ever

depart from my dreams, as she rose and sank upon her seat,

sank and rose, threw up her arms wildly to heaven, clutched

at some visionary object in the air, fainting, praying, raving,despairing ? Figure to yourself, reader, the elements of the

case ; suffer me to recall before your mind the circumstances

of that unparalleled situation. From the silence and deep

peace of this saintly summer night from the pathetic blend-

ing of this sweet moonlight, dawnlight, dreamlight from

the manly tenderness of this flattering, whispering, mur-

1 This sentence, "Here was the map," etc,, is ail insertion in the

reprint ; and one observes how artistically it causes the clue pause

between the horror as still in rush of transaction and the backward

look at the wreck when the crash was past. M.

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muring love suddenly as from the woods and fields

suddenly as from the chambers of the air opening in revelation

suddenly as from the ground yawning at her feet, leaped

upon her, with the flashing of cataracts. Death the crowned

phantom, with all the equipage of his terrors, and the tiger

roar of his voice.

The moments were numbered ; the strife was finished ;

the vision was closed, In the twinkling of an eye, our

flying horses had carried us to the termination of the um-

brageous aisle; at the right angles we wheeled into ourformer direction ; the turn of the road carried the scene out

of my eyes in an instant, and swept it into my dreams for

ever.

it is summer almighty summer ! The everlasting

gates of life and summer are thrown open wide ; and on the

ocean, tranquil and verdant as a savannah, the unknown

lady from the dreadful vision and I myself are floating she

upon a fairy pinnace, and I upon an English three-decker.

Both of us are wooing gales of festal happiness within the

domain of our common country, within that ancient watery

park, withm the pathless chase of ocean, where England takes

her pleasure as a huntress through winter and summer, fromthe rising to the setting sun. Ah, what a wilderness of floral

beauty was hidden, or was suddenly revealed, upon the

tropic islands through which the pinnace moved ! And upon

her deck what a bevy of human flowers : young women how

lovely, young men how noble, that were dancing together,

and slowly drifting towards us amidst music and incense,

amidst blossoms from forests and gorgeous corymbi 1 from

vintages, amidst natural carolling, and the echoes of sweet


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girlish laughter, Slowly the pinnace nears us, gaily she

hails us, and silently she disappears beneath the shadow of

our mighty bows. But then, as at some signal from heaven,

the music, and the carols, and the sweet echoing of girlish

laughter all are hushed. What evil has smitten the pinnace,

meeting or overtaking her 1 Did ruin to our friends couch

within our own dreadful shadow ? Was our shadow the

shadow of death ? I looked over the bow for an answer,and, behold ! the pinnace was dismantled ; the revel and the

revellers were found no more ; the glory of the vintage was

1 Coj'pte> a chister of fruit or flowers, M,

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dust ; and the forests with their beauty were left without a

witness upon the seas. " But where," and I turned to our

crew " where are the lovely women that danced beneath

the awning of flowers and clustering corymbi ? Whither

have fled the noble young men that danced with them I "Answer there was none. But suddenly the man at the

mast-head, whose countenance darkened with alarm, cried

out, " Sail on the weather beam ! Down she comes upon us

in seventy seconds she also will founder,"

II

I looked to the weather side, and the summer had departed.

The sea was rocking, and shaken with gathering wrath.

Upon its surface sat mighty mists, which grouped themselves

into arches and long cathedral aisles. Down one of these,

with the fiery pace of a quarrel from a cross-bow, 1 ran a

frigate right athwart our course. " Are they mad 1 " some

voice exclaimed from our deck. " Do they woo their ruin 1 "But in a moment, as she was close upon us, some impulse

of a heady current or local vortex gave a wheeling bias to

her course, and off she forged without a shock. As she ran

past us, high aloft amongst the shrouds stood the lady of the

pinnace. The deeps opened ahead in malice to receive her,

towering surges of foam ran after her, the billows were fierce

to catch her. But far away she was borne into desert spaces

of the sea : whilst still by sight I followed her, as she ran

before the howling gale, chased by angry sea-birds and by

maddening billows ; still I saw her, as at the moment when

she ran past us, standing amongst the shrouds, with her white

draperies streaming before the wind. There she stood, with

hair dishevelled, one hand clutched amongst the tacklingrising, sinking, fluttering, trembling, praying ; there for

leagues I saw her as she stood, raising at intervals one hand to

heaven, amidst the fiery crests of the pursuing waves and the

1 Quarrel, a cross-how bolt, an arrow with a four-square head ;

connected with (jfrndratus, made square. Richardson's Dictionary

gives this example from Robert Brunne

" A qnarrelle lete he flie,


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And smote him m the schank," M.

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raving of the storm ; until at last, upon a sound from afar

of malicious laughter and mockery, all was hidden for everin driving showers ; and afterwards, but when I know not,

nor how,

This was at some little town where we changed horses an

hour or two after midnight. Some fair or wake had kept

the people up out of their beds s and had occasioned a partial

illumination of the stalls and booths, presenting an unusual

but very impressive effect. We saw many lights moving

about as we drew near ; and perhaps the most striking scene

on the whole route was our reception at this place. The

flashing of torches and the beautiful radiance of blue lights

(technically, Bengal lights) upon the heads of our horses ;the fine effect of such a showery and ghostly illumination

falling upon our flowers and glittering laurels 2 ; whilst all

around ourselves, that formed a centre of light, the darkness

gathered on the rear and flanks in massy blackness : these

optical splendours, together with the prodigious enthusiasm

of the people, composed a picture at once scenical and affect-

ing, theatrical and holy. As we staid for three or four

minutes, I alighted ; and immediately from a dismantled

stall in the street, where no doubt she had been presiding

through the earlier part of the night, advanced eagerly a

middle-aged woman. The sight of my newspaper it was

that had drawn her attention upon myself. The victory

which we were carrying down to the provinces on this

occasion was the imperfect one of Talavera imperfect for

its results, such was the virtual treachery of the Spanish

general, Ouesta, but not imperfect in its ever -memorable

1 Fey } fated, doomed to die : not a Celtic word, tot an Anglo-

Saxon word preserved in Lowland Scotch. " You are surely fey "

would be said in Scotland to a person observed to be in extra-

vagantly high spirits, or in any mood surprisingly beyond the bounds

of his ordinary temperament, the notion being that the excitement is

supernatural, and a presage of his approaching death or of some other

calamity about to befall him. M.

3 " Glittering laurels" : I must observe that the colour of green

suffers almost a spiritual change and exaltation under the effect of

heroism.

but not until she had descended within

the abyss of death and looked into its secrets, as far, perhaps,

as ever human eye can have looked that had permission to

return. At a certain stage of this descent, a blow seemed to

strike her ; phosphoric radiance sprang forth from her eye-


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balls ; and immediately a mighty theatre expanded within

her brain, In a moment, in the twinkling of un eye, every

act, every depign of her past life, lived again, arraying them-

selves not as a succession, kit as parts of a coexistence.

Such a light fell upon the whole path of her life backwards

into the shades of infancy as the light, perhaps, which wrapt

the destined Apostle on his road to Damascus. Yet that

light blinded for a season ; but hers poured celestial visionupon the brain, so that her consciousness became omni-

present at one moment to every feature in the infinite

review.

the true point for astonishment is not the simul-

taneity of arrangement under which the past events of life,

though in fact successive, had formed their dread line of

revelation. This was but a secondary phenomenon; the

deeper lay in the resurrection itself, and the possibility of

resurrection for what had so long slept in the dust. A pall,

deep as oblivion, had been thrown by life over every trace of

these experiences ; and yet suddenly, at a silent command,at the signal of a blazing rocket sent up from the brain, the

pall draws up, and the whole depths of the theatre are

exposed. Here was the greater mystery. Now, this mystery

is liable to no doubt \ for it is repeated, and ten thousand

times repeated, by opium, for those who are its martyrs.

Yes, reader, countless are the mysterious handwritings of

grief or joy which have inscribed themselves successively upon

the palimpsest of your brain ; and, like the annual leaves of

aboriginal forests, or the undissolvmg snows on the Himalaya,

or light falling upon light, the endless strata have covered up

each other in forgetfulness, But by the hour of death, but

by fever, but by the searchings of opium, all these can revive

in strength. They are not dead, but sleeping. In the

illustration imagined by myself from the case of some indi-

vidual palimpsest, the Grecian tragedy had seemed to be dis-

placed, but was not displaced, by the monkish legend ; and

the monkish legend had seemed to be displaced, but was not

displaced, by the knightly romance, In some potent con-

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vulsion of the system, all wheels back into its earliest

elementary stage, The bewildering romance, light tarnished

with darkness, the semi-fabulous legend, truth celestial mixedwith human falsehoods, these fade even of themselves as life

advances, The romance has perished that the young man

adored ; the legend has gone that deluded the boy ; but the

deep, deep tragedies of infancy, as when the child's hands

were unlinked for ever from his mother's neck, or his lips for

ever from his sister's kisses, these remain lurking below all,

and these lurk to the last, Alchemy there is none of passion

or disease that can scorch away these immortal impresses ;

and the dream which closed the preceding section, 1 together


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with the succeeding dreams of this (which may be viewed as

in the nature of choruses winding up the overture contained

in Part 1 2 ), are but illustrations of this truth, such as every

man probtibly will meet experimentally who passes through

similar convulsions of dreaming or delirium from any similar

or equal disturbance in his nature.

Here pause, reader ! Imagine yourself seated in somecloud-scaling swing, oscillating under the impulse of lunatic

hands ; for the strength of lunacy may belong to human

dreams, the fearful caprice of lunacy, and the malice of

lunacy, whilst the lictim of those dreams may be all the

more certainly removed from lunacy; even as a bridge

gathers cohesion and strength from the increasing resistance

into which it is forced by increasing pressure. Seated in

such a swing, fast as you reach the lowest point of depres-

sion, may you rely on racing up to a starry altitude of

corresponding ascent. Ups and downs you will see, heights

and depths, in our fiery course together, such as will some-

times tempt you to look shyly and suspiciously at me, your

guide, and the ruler of the oscillations,

de quinceyI am sitting on a mountain.

I am casting shadows into the sky.I did not invite it but the sun has comeAnd is now playing tag with my feet.

I am whispering to clouds today,Watch out for my shoulders,

For I wish no harmTo all my soft friends.

Where do you think you will BeWhen God reveals HimselfInside of you?

I was so glad to hearThat every pillow in this world

Will become stuffed withMy soul and beard.

I am sitting on a mountain range.I am a precious body of living water

Offered to the earthFrom Lights own hands.Why ever talk of miracles

When you are destined to becomeInfinite love.

Still, the Final Grace was left:

For all of existence and Hafiz to blendAnd to find that I am every pillow

Offering comfortTo each mind and

Foot.

Act V, sc. 1 (line 54)


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LORENZO

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

Here will we sit and let the sounds of music

Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night

Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st

But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;

Such harmony is in immortal souls;

But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear i t.

The reason is, your spirits are attentive:

For do but note a wild and wanton herd,

Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,

Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,

Which is the hot condition of their blood;

If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,

Or any air of music touch their ears,

You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,

Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet

Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods;

Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,

But music for the time doth change his nature.

The man that hath no music in himself,

Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,

Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;

The motions of his spirit are dull as night

And his affections dark as Erebus:

Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music

Primero estaba el mar, todo estaba oscuro.

No haba sol, ni luna, ni gente, ni animales, ni plantas.

El mar estaba en todas partes. El mar era la Madre ;


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la Madre no era gente, ni nada ni cosa alguna.

Ella era espritu de lo que iba a venir

y ella era pensamiento y memoria. Koguis

El sol dijo: Quiero que me canten, los rayos del sol dijeron: queremos que nos canten. Despus su luzilumino nuestras voces doradas."Cuando bailo as, el oro santo brilla y veo mi sombra enorme pasar por las paredes. As bailaban losantiguos, con el oro, el oro santo".Mitologa KoguiCuando los padres hicieron la casa en el cielo se reunieron y bailaron y cantaron y decidieron hacer latierra.Las palabras del sol cayeron, los gritos del sol descendieron sobre la tierra, los sonidos doradosbajaron. De oro es el canto del sol., de metlico timbre su voz, su refulgente voz.

Koguis

Escucha el canto, escucha el canto que ensea la tradicin. Entra al baile, siente el abrazo de lacomunidad. Toca el instrumento, libera su enseanza, deja que cante su historia, deja que vuele ese

pensamiento.

Quedarn los instrumentos para que cuenten nuestra historia, quedar nuestra memoria en el canto,la flauta hablar de lo que fuimos. Cuando la gente sienta los instrumentos, descubrir lo que haba ennuestros corazones.

"La flauta de pan era una mujer que una vez, en la selva, fue encantada. Ella se perdi y ahora llega alos bailes y as va de baile en baile y de boca en boca".Mitologa Murui-Muinane

Al terminar el baile, tocamos la trompeta, gritamos y remos a carcajadas.

Despus de que el padre y la madre se abrazaron y crearon la vida, se convirtieron en instrumentos.Por eso hay instrumentos macho y hembra. Por eso, nuestra msica es como la vida.

Cantamos para vivir, para que el ro se apacige, para que la enfermedad se vaya, para que el animalse aleje y no haga dao. ...Bailamos para no morir.

Lleva por dentro las semillas, lleva la esencia y el origen. Por eso el curandero toca la maraca, paraque lo escuche el espritu de la vida

Combinando sus cuatro tonos, las sonoras voces de los maguares macho y hembra convocan a las

ceremonias de la selva


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Esta es la fiesta, este es el baile. Ya llegaron los animales y ahora cantan y bailan en forma humana.Esta es la fiesta, este es el baile. Ya llegaron los animales y ahora suenan y repican en forma deinstrumentos musicales. Esta es la fiesta, este es el baile. Ya se fueron los animales y alegrementenos han dejado el legado de su canto.

Los cantos no han sido dados por los dioses o por los seores sino que se han aprendido de los

animales.

"Somos la gente del jaguar. Esta es su tierra. A l pedimos permiso para vivir aqu. A l hacemosofrendas y para l danzamos.Mitologa Kogui

Regreso a la tierra, lentamente me voy y en mi andar me acompaan los cantos y los bailes y la alegrade los que no me olvidarn.

Ya te han desenterrado, sal de tu encierro, sube hasta las estrellas, toma el camino de la noche.

Yo tocar el Cacho Venao y en este viaje de regreso, la msica ser tu compaera.

concentra tu mente en la consciencia universalla cual es tu propio interiorL'hydre-Univers tordant son corps caill d'astres"

is roughly translated as:

"The hydra-Universe, twisting its body covered of star scales" hugoEL OTOO35El fulgor de la Naturaleza es la ms alta aparicin,Donde pleno de gozo el da termina,

Es el ao, que con esplendor se consuma,Donde alegre brillo y frutos ananse.La superficie del mundo engalanada est, y de tarde en tarde se oyeEl sonido a travs del campo abierto, el sol calientaSuave los das del Otoo, los campos parecenLejanos en la visin, el aire soplaEntre troncos y ramas con dulces susurrosCuando ya los campos en eriales se trocan,Y todo el sentido de la clara imagen cobra vidaComo un cuadro, rodeado de ureos resplandores.Las aguas bajan mansamente, y se

Oye un dulce susurro a lo largo del da;Las aldeas de la reginDescansan y enmudecen mientras cae la tarde.


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To be one with allthis is the life divine, this is man's heaven.... To be one with all that lives, to return in

blessed self-forgetfulness into the All of Naturethis is the pinnacle of thoughts and joys, this the

sacred mountain peak, the place of eternal rest,... On this height I often stand, my Bellarmin! But

an instant of reflection hurls me down. I reflect, and find myself as I was beforealone, with all

the griefs of mortality, and my heart's refuge, the world in its eternal oneness, is gone; Nature

closes her arms, and I stand like an alien before her and do not understand her.

I am afraid of being disturbed by reality in my self absorbtion, but because I am afraid of being disturbed

by reality in the inward communion with which I gladly attach myself to something else; I am

afraid to chill the warm life in me with the icy history of common day, and this fear springs from

my having been more sensitively receptive than others to any destructive thing which befell me,

ever since my youth, and this sensitivity seems to be rooted in my being not firmly and

indestructibly organized enough in relation to the experiences which I have had to undergo. I see

that. Can my seeing it help me? A little, I think. Because I am more destructible than some other

men, I must seek all the more to derive some advantage from what has a destructive effect on

me, I must not take it as it is, but only in so far as it does service to my own truest life. Wherever I

find such things, I must accept them in advance as indispensable material, without which my

most inward being cannot ever entirely present itself. I must assimilate them, to arrange them

eventually (as an artist, if I should wish to be one, and come to be one) as shadows to my light, to

reproduce them as subordinate tones among which the tone of my soul springs out all the more

livingly. What is pure can only be presented in terms of the impure, and if you try to give

something of nobility widiout what is ordinary, then it will be most unnatural and discordant11

Hyperion to Bellarmin

Once again the dear earth of my native country brings me joy and sorrow.

Now every morning I am on the heights of the Corinthian Isthmus; and often, like a bee

among flowers, my soul flies back and forth between die seas that, to left and right, cool the

feet of my glowing mountains.

One of the two gulfs would have delighted me especially, had I stood here a thousand years

ago.

Then, surging on like a conquering demigod between the beautiful wilderness of Helicon and

Parnassus where the red dawn plays among a hundred snow-covered peaks, and the

paradisal plain of Sicyon, the shining gulf undulated toward the city of joy, youthful

Corinth, pouring out the captured wealth of every region before its favorite.

Yet still do you shine, Sun of Heaven! Still do you grow green, sacred Earth! Still the rivers

roar to the sea, and shady trees rustle under the noon erf day. Spring's song erf bliss sings my


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mortal thoughts to sleep. The fullness of the living universe feeds and satisfies my starving

being with its intoxication.

O Blessed Nature! I know not how it is with me when I raise my eyes to your beauty, but all

the joy of Heaven is in the tears that I weep in your presence, beloved of beloveds!

My whole being falls silent and listens when the delicate swell of the breeze plays over my

breast. Often, lost in the wide blue, I look up into the ether and down into the sacred sea, and

I feel as if a, kindred spirit were opening its arms to me, as if the pain of solitude weredissolved in the life of the Divinity.

To be one with allthis is the life divine, this is/tnan's heaven.

To be one with all that lives, to return in blessed self-forgetfulness into the All of Nature

this is the pinnacle of thoughts and joys, this the sacred mountain peak, the place of eternal

rest, where the noonday loses its oppressive heat and the thunder its voice and the boiling sea

is as the heaving field of grain.

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4 Friedrich Hlderlin

wrathful armor, the mind of man lays its scepter down, and all thoughts vanish before the

image of the world in its eternal oneness, even as the striving artist's rules vanish before his

Urania, and iron Fate renounces her dominion, and Death vanishes from the confederacy of

beings, and indivisibility and eternal youth bless and beautify the world.On this height I often stand, my Bellarmin! But an instant of reflection hurls me down. I

reflect, and find myself as I was before alone, with all the griefs of mortality, and my heart's

refuge, the world in its eternal oneness, is gone; Nature closes her arms, and I stand like an

alien before her and do not understand her.

O! had I never gone to your schools! The knowledge which I pursued down its tunnels and

galleries, from which, in my youthful folly, I expected confirmation of all my pure joythat

knowledge has corrupted everything for me.

Among you I became so truly reasonable, learned so thoroughly to distinguish myself from

what surrounds me, that now I am solitary in the beautiful world, an outcast from the garden

of Nature, in which I grew and flowered, and am drying up under the noonday sun.

Oh, man is a god when he dreams, a beggar when he thinks; and when inspiration is gone, he

stands, like a worthless son whom his father has driven out of the house, and stares at the

miserable pennies that pity has given him for the road.

How often you were close to me when you were far from me and long had been, how often you

illumined me with your light, warmed me so that my numbed heart moved again, like the frozen

spring when heaven's ray touches it! Oh, how I wished I could flee to the stars with my

happiness, that it might not be debased by what was around me!

You know how many a noble power perishes in us because it is unused. I wandered like a

will-o'-the-wisp, caught at everything, was caught by everything, but only for a moment, and

my unskilled powers wore themselves out for nothing. I felt that I was missing something

everywhere, yet I could not find my goal. Such was I when he found me.

He had long applied all his patience and his art to his material, the so-called cultivated world;

but his material had been and had remained stone and wood, even if under compulsion it

outwardly assumed the noble form of man

And Iwas I not the echo of his quiet inspiration? did not the melodies of his being repeat

themselves in me? What I saw, I became; and what I saw was divine.

How ineffectual is the best-intentioned diligence of men compared with the power of pure

inspiration!


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It does not stop at the surface, does not take hold of us here or there, needs no time and no

means, has no use for command and coercion and persuasion; from all sides, at every level of

depth and height, it seizes us instantly, and before we know it is there, before we can ask what

is befalling us, it transforms us through and through, in all its beauty and bliss.

Well for him whom a noble spirit has thus encountered in early youth!

Oh, those are golden, unforgettable days, filled with the joys of love and sweet activity!

Soon Adamas led me, now into Plutarch's world of heroes, now into the magical land of theGreek gods; now he quieted my youthful impatience with arithmetic and geometry, now he

climbed among the mountains with meby day for field flowers and woodland flowers and

the wild moss that grows on cliffs, by night that we might gaze at the sacred stars above us,

and understand them as men may.

There is a precious sense of well-being in us when our inner life thus draws strength from

what is its material, differentiates itself, and establishes truer inner relationships, and our

mind gradually comes of age to bear arms.

But with threefold force did I feel him and myself when, like shades from a time long past,

in pride and joy, in rage and grief, we climbed Mount Athos and from there sailed across to

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pont, then down to the shores of Rhodes and the mountain gorges of Taenarum, through all

the quiet islands; when longing drove us from the coasts inland to the somber heart of ancient

Peloponnesus, to the lonely banks of the Eurotas (ah! the valleys, lifeless now, of Elis and

Nemea and Olympia!); when, leaning against a pillar of the temple of the forgotten Jupiter,with oleander and periwinkle all around us, we gazed into the wild riverbed, and the life of

spring and the eveivyoung sun bade us think that once man was there and now is gone, that

man's glorious nature, if it remains there at all, remains but like a shattered fragment of a

temple, or only in memory, like the image of one deadand there I sat, playing sadly beside

him, scraping die moss from a demigod's pedestal, digging a marble hero's shoulder out of the

rubble, cutting the brambles and headier from the half-buried architraves, while my Adamas

sketched die landscape that embraced die ruin, kindly and comforting: the wheat-covered

hillock, the olive trees, die flock of goats hanging from the mountain's cliffs, the forest of elms

dropping down from the peaks to the valley; and the lizard played at our feet and the flies

buzzed about us in the silence of noonDear Bellarmin, I want to tell you of it all, point by

point like Nestor; I move through the past like a gleaner over the stubblefield when the

landowner has harvested; he gathers up every straw. And when I stood beside him on theheights of Delos, what a day it was that dawned for me as I climbed the ancient marble steps

with him up the granite wall of Cynthus. Here once the Sun God lived, amid the divine

festivals at which all Greece shone round him like a sky of golden clouds. Here the youth of

Hellas plunged into full tides of joy and exaltation, as Achilles plunged into Styx, and came

forth invincible as the demigod. In the groves, in die temples, their souls awoke and echoed

musically in one another, and every youth faithfully guarded the treasure of that enchanting

harmony.

But why do I speak of this? As if we still have even an inkling of those days! Oh, not even a

beautiful dream can flourish under the curse that weighs upon us! Over the flowers of our

spirit the present blows like a howling north-wind, blasting them even in the bud. And yet it

was a golden day that wrapped me there on Cynthus! It was still gray dawn when we stood n

die summit. Now he rose, the ancient Sun God, in his eternal youth; at peace and effortlesslyas


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ever, the immortal Titan soared up with the thousand joys that are his, and smiled down on

his devastated country, on his temples, his pillars, which fate had thrown down before him

like withered rose petals that a child heedlessly tore from the branch as it passed and

scattered over the ground."Be you like him!" Adamas cried, and grasped my hand and held it up toward the god;

and it seemed to me that the winds of morning bore us along with them in the train of the

divine being who now, in all his kindness and greatness, rose to the summit of the heavens,

and in splendor filled the world and us with his spirit and his power.

My inmost heart still mourns and rejoices over every word that Adamas spoke to me then, and I

cannot understand how I can feel destitute, when I often feel as he must then have felt.

that the old, beautiful world may be renewed among us, that we may join together and be

one in the arms of our divinity, Natureand lo! I shall know nothing of lack.

But let no one tell me that Eate parts us! It is we, we ourselves! we delight in flinging

ourselves into die night of the unknown, into the cold strangeness of any other world, and, if

we could, we would leave the realm of the sun and rush headlong beyond the comet's track.

Ah! for a man's wild heart no home is possible; and as the sun's ray shrivels the very plants of

earth that it has brought to bloom, so man kills the sweet flowers that flourish in his heart,

the joys of kinship and love.

I seem to be chiding my Adamas for forsaking me, but I am not. Oh, he meant to come

back!

A people of rare capacity is said to be hidden somewhere in the depths of Asia; there his hope

drove him.

With every moment that brought the last hour nearer, it became more apparent how deeply

this man was woven into the very texture of my being. As one dying clings to his fleeing

breath, so did my soul cling to him.

A few more

"Give me a blessing, my father," I cried softly up to him, and he smiled; there was

greatness in his smile, his brow widened in the light of the morning stars, his eye pierced thedepths of the heavens"Guard him for me," he cried, "you spirits of a better age! and draw

him up to your immortality; and all you kindly powers of Earth and Heaven, be with him!"

"There is a god in us," he added more quietly, "who guides destiny as if it were a river of

water, and all things are his element. Above all else, may he be with you!"

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How could I escape from myself, if I had not the sweet days of my youth?

Like a shade that finds no rest by Acheron, I return to the forsaken scenes of my life. All

things age and are rejuvenated. Why are we excepted from this beautiful circling of Nature?

Or does it rule us, too?

I should believe so, were it not for one trait that is in usthe gigantic striving to be all things,

which, like Aetna's Titan, rages up from the depths of our being.

the immortals, the high spirits of Antiquity, led him on, and his Adamas was among them.

Wherever I went, wherever I stopped, their glorious presences were with me; in my

thought the high deeds of all the ages were mingled together, and as those gigantic forms, the

clouds of heaven, united in oneexultant storm, so the hundredfold victories of the Olympiads

were united in me, so did they become onenever-ending victory.

Who can abide it, whom does it not lay low, as a hurricane lays low young woods, when the

terrifying splendor of Antiquity seizes him as it seized me, when, as for me, die surroundings

are lacking in which he might gain a strengthening self-reliance?

Oh, as for me, the greatness of the ancients bowed my head like a storm, swept the bloom

from my face, and often I lay where no eye saw me, weeping a thousand tears, as a fallen fir

tree lies by a stream and hides its faded crown in the water. How gladly would I have paid

with blood for one moment from the life of a great man!

But what use was that? No one wanted me!

Oh, it is pitiful to see oneself so reduced to nothing; and let him who does not understand

this ask no more but give thanks to Nature who made him, like the butterflies, for joy; let him

go and never in his lifetime speak again of pain and unhappiness.

I loved my heroes as a moth loves the light; I sought their perilous presence, and fled, and

sought it again.

As a bleeding stag plunges into the stream, so I often plunged into the whirlpool of

pleasures, to cool my burning breast and bathe away the raging, glorious dreams of fame and

greatness, but what use was that?

And when, as often toward midnight, my empassioned heart drove me down into thegarden under the dewy trees, and the lullaby of the fountain and the sweet air and the

moonlight soothed my thoughts, and the silver clouds moved in such freedom and peace

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how graciously then did all the great phantoms that it loved play with my heart!

"Farewell, you heavenly spirits!" I often said in thought, when above me the melody of the

dawn's light began softly sounding. "You glorious dead, farewell! Would that I could follow

you, would that I could cast off all that my century has given me, and make my way into thefreer realm of the shades!

But I languish on the chain and snatch with bitter joy the miserly bowl that is offered to my

thirst.

To take die first step beyond the circle of youth is pure enchantment; it is as if I were

thinking of my birthday when I think of my departure from Una. There was a new sun above

me, and I enjoyed land and sea and air as if for the first time.

The ardor and activity with which I now pursued my education in Smyrna, and my speedy

progress, did not a little to calm my heart, and I remember, too, many a blissful holiday

evening from that time.***

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aguas difanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos

prehistricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carecan de nombre, y para mencionarlas haba

que sealaras con el dedo

atraves la sierra, y se extravi en pantanos desmesurados, remont ros tormentosos y estuvo a punto de

perecer bajo el azote de las fieras, la desesperacin y la peste, antes de conseguir una ruta de enlace con lasmulas del correo

nocin del espacio que le permiti navegar por mares incgnitos, visitar territorios deshabitados y trabar

relacin con seres esplndidos, sin necesidad de abandonar su gabinete

sartal de asombrosas conjeturas, sin dar crdito a su propio entendimiento

augusta solemnidad con que su padre se sent a la cabecera de la mesa, temblando de fiebre, devastado

por la prolongada vigilia y por el encono de su imaginacin, y les revel su descubrimiento.

era un hombre lgubre, envuelto en un aura triste, con una mirada asitica que

pareca conocer el otro lado de las cosas. Usaba un sombrero grande y negro, como lasalas extendidas de un cuervo, y un chaleco de terciopelo patinado por el verdn de lossiglos. Pero a pesar de su inmensa sabidura y de su mbito misterioso, tena un pesohumano, una condicin terrestre que lo4 Cien aos de soledadGabriel Garca Mrquez

mantena enredado en los minsculos problemas de la vida cotidiana.

alumbrando con su pro-funda voz de rgano los territorios ms oscuros de la imaginacin


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pedregosa ribera del ro hasta el lugar en que aos antes haban encontrado la armadura del guerrero, y all

penetraron al bosque por un sendero de naranjos silvestres

durante ms de diez das, no volvieron a ver el sol. El suelo se volvi blando y hmedo, como ceniza

volcnica, y la vegetacin fue cada vez ms insidiosa y se hicieron cada vez ms lejanos los gritos de los

pjaros y la bullaranga de los monos, y el mundo se volvi triste para siempre. Los hombres de la expedicin

se sintieron abrumados por sus recuerdos ms antiguos en aquel paraso de humedad y silencio, anterior al

pecado original, donde las botas se hundan en pozos de aceites humeantes y los machetes destrozaban

lirios sangrientos y salamandras doradas. Durante una semana, casi sin hablar, avanzaron como sonmbulos

por un universo de pesadumbre, alumbrados apenas por una tenue reverberacin de insectos luminosos y

con los pulmones agobiados por un sofocante olor de sangre. No podan regresar, porque la trocha que iban

abriendo a su paso se volva a cerrar en poco tiempo, con una vegetacin nueva que casi vean crecer ante

sus ojos. No importa -deca Jos Arcadio Buenda-. Lo esencial es no perder la orientacin. Siempre

pendiente de la brjula, sigui guiando a sus hombres hacia el norte invisible, hasta que lograron salir de la

regin encantada. Era una noche densa, sin estrellas, pero la oscuridad estaba impregnada por un aire

nuevo y limpio. Agotados por la prolongada travesa, colgaron las hamacas y durmieron a fondo por primera

vez en dos semanas. Cuando despertaron, ya con el sol alto, se quedaron pasmados de fascinacin. Frente a

ellos, rodeado de helechos y palmeras, blanco y polvoriento en la silenciosa luz de la maana, estaba un

enorme galen espaol.

sus planes se fueron enredando en una maraa de pretextos, contratiempos y evasivas

Trat de seducirla con el hechizo de su fantasa,

lo desarraig de su tiempo actual y lo llev a la deriva por una regin inexplorada de los re cuerdos.

y sus padres dieron gracias al cielo al comprobar que no tena ningn rgano de animal.

pnico de alborotada alegra, con sus loros pintados de todos los colores que recitaban romanzas italianas, y

la gallina que pona un centenar de huevos de oro al son de la pandereta, y el mono amaestrado queadivinaba el pensamiento, y la mquina mltiple que serva al mismo tiempo para pegar botones y bajar la

fiebre, y el aparato para olvidar los malos recuerdos, y el emplasto para perder el tiempo, y un millar de

invenciones ms, tan ingeniosas e inslitas, que Jos Arcadio Buenda hubiera querido inventar la mquina

de la memoria para poder acordarse de todas. En un instante transformaron la aldea. Los habitantes de

Macondo se encontraron de pronto perdidos en sus propias calles, aturdidos por la feria multitudinaria.

saltimbanquis de dientes acorazados de oro y malabaristas de seis brazos, sofocado por el confuso aliento

de estircol y sndalo que exhalaba la muchedumbre

clima atnito de su mirada

inmensa desolacin con que el muerto lo haba mirado desde la lluvia

acamparon a la orilla de un ro pedregoso cuyas aguas parecan un torrente de vidrio helado

Pensaba que su desproporcin era algo tan desnaturalizado como la cola de cerdo del primo. La mujer solt

una risa expansiva que repercuti en toda la casa como un reguero de vidrio.

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el agua sobre los follajes,la lluvia en un da de amor, 95la tristeza junto a los ros.

No hay nadie. Escuchas? Es el pasodel puma en el aire y las hojas.No hay nadie. Escucha. Escucha el rbol, 125escucha el rbol araucano.

y no una muerte, sino muchas muertes llegaba a cada uno:cada da una muerte pequea, polvo, gusano, lmparaque se apaga en el lodo del suburbio, una pequea muerte dealas gruesas

oh muerte!, de ola en ola no vienes, 90sino como un galope de claridad nocturna, Y el aire entr con dedosde azahar sobre todos los dormidos:solitario recinto de la piedra.

Neruda

Thus there are two bookes from whence I collect my Divinity; besides that written one ofGod, another of his servant Nature, that universall and publik Manuscript, that lies expans'dunto the eyes of all;K37 those that never saw him in the one, have discovered him in theother: This was the Scripture and Theology of the Heathens; the naturall motion of the Sunmade them more admire him, than its supernaturall station did the Children of Israel; theordinary effect of nature wrought more admiration in them, than in the other all his

miracles; surely the Heathens knew better how to joyne and reade these mysticall letters,than wee Christians, who cast a more carelesse eye on these common Hieroglyphicks, anddisdain to suck Divinity from the flowers of nature. Nor do I so forget God, as to adore thename of Nature; which I define not with the Schooles, the principle of motion and rest, but,that streight and regular line, that setled and constant course the wisedome of God hathordained the actions of his creatures, according to their severall kinds. To make a revolutionevery day is the nature of the Sun, because that necessary course which God hath ordainedit, from which it cannot swerve, but by a faculty from that voyce which first did give itmotion. Now this course of Nature God seldome alters or perverts, but like an excellentArtist hath so contrived his worke, that with the selfe same instrument, without a newcreation hee may effect his obscurest designes. Thus he sweetneth the water with a wood,

preserveth the creatures in the Arke, which the blast of his mouth might have as easilycreated: for God is like a skillful Geometrician, who when more easily, and with one strokeof his Compasse, he might describe, or divide a right line, had yet rather doe this in a circleor longer way, according to the constituted and forelaid principles of his art: yet this rule ofhis hee doth sometimes pervert, to acquaint the world with his prerogative, lest thearrogancy of our reason should question his power, and conclude he could not; & thus I callthe effects of nature the works of God, whose hand & instrument she only is; and thereforeto ascribe his actions unto her, is to devolve the honor of the principall agent, upon the


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instrument; which if with reason we may doe, then let our hammers rise up and boast theyhave built our houses, and our pens receive the honour of our writings. I hold there is agenerall beauty in the works of God, and therefore no deformity in any kind or species ofcreature whatsoever: I cannot tell by what Logick we call a Toad, a Beare, or an Elephant,ugly, they being created in those outward shapes and figures which best expresse the

actions of their inward formes. And having past that generall visitation of God, who sawthat all that he had made was good, that is, conformable to his will, which abhorsdeformity, and is the rule of order and beauty; there is no deformity but in monstrosity,wherein notwithstanding there is a kind of beauty, Nature so ingeniously contriving theirregular parts, as they become sometimes more remarkable than the principall Fabrick. Tospeake yet more narrowly, there was never any thing ugly, or mis-shapen, but the Chaos;wherein notwithstanding to speake strictly, there was no deformity, because no forme, norwas it yet impregnate by the voyce of God: Now nature is not at variance with art, nor artwith nature; they being both the servants of his providence: Art is the perfection of Nature:Were the world now as it was the sixt day, there were yet a Chaos: Nature hath made oneworld, and Art another. In briefe, all things are artificiall, for nature is the Art of God.K38

Bees, Aunts, and Spiders? what wise hand teacheth them to doe what reason cannot teachus? ruder heads stand amazed at those prodigious pieces of nature, Whales, Elephants,Dromidaries, and Camels; these I confesse, are the Colossus and Majestick pieces of herhand

I could never content my contemplation with those generall pieces of wonders, the flux andreflux of the sea, the encrease of Nile, the conversion of the Needle to the North, and havestudied to match and parallel those in the more obvious and neglected pieces of Nature,which without further travell I can doe in the Cosmography of my selfe; wee carry with usthe wonders, we seeke without us:K36There is allAfrica, and her prodigies in us

This is the ordinary and open way of his providence, which art and industry have in a goodpart discovered, whose effects wee may foretell without an Oracle; To foreshew these is notProphesie, but Prognostication. There is another way full of Meanders and Labyrinths,whereof the Devill and Spirits have no exact Ephemerides, and that is a more particular andobscure method of his providence, directing the operations of individualls and singleEssences;K39 this we call Fortune, that serpentine and crooked line,

The whole World was made for man, but the twelfth part of man for woman:Man is the whole World, and the Breath of GOD; Woman the Rib and crooked

piece of man. I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without

conjunction, or that there were any way to perpetuate the World without thistrivial and vulgar way of union: it is the foolishest act a wise man commits in allhis life; nor is there any thing that will more deject his coold imagination, whenhe shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed. Ispeak not in prejudice, nor am averse from that sweet Sex, but naturally amorousof all that is beautiful. I can look a whole day with delight upon a handsomePicture, though it be but of an Horse. It is my temper, and I like it the better, to


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affect all harmony: and sure there is musick even in the beauty, and the silentnote which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. For thereis a musick where ever there is a harmony, order, or proportion: and thus far wemay maintain the music of the Sphears; for those well-ordered motions, andregular paces, though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding

they strike a note most full of harmony. Whatsoever is harmonically composeddelights in harmony; which makes me much distrust the symmetry of those headswhich declaim against all Church-Musick. For my self, not only for myobedience, but my particular Genius, I do embrace it: for even that vulgar andTavern-Musick, which makes one man merry, another mad, strikes in me a deepfit of devotion, and a profound contemplation of the First Composer. There issomething in it of Divinity more than the ear discovers: it is an Hieroglyphicaland shadowed lesson of the whole World, and creatures of GOD; such a melody tothe ear, as the whole World, well understood, would afford the understanding. In

brief, it is a sensible fit of that harmony which intellectually sounds in the ears ofGOD. I will not say, with Plato, the soul is an harmony, but harmonical, and hathits nearest sympathy unto Musick: thus some, whose temper of body agrees, andhumours the constitution of their souls, are born Poets, though indeed all arenaturally inclined unto Rhythme.

And to speak more generally, those three Noble professions which al civil Commonwealths doe honour, are raised upon the fall ofAdam, & are not any exempt from theirinfirmities; there are not onely diseases incurable in Physicke, but cases indissoluble inLawes, Vices incorrigible in Divinity: if general Councells may erre, I doe not see whyparticular Courts should be infallible, their perfectest rules are raised upon the erroneous

reasons of Man, and the Lawes of one, doe but condemn the rules of another; as Aristotleoft-times the opinions of his predecessours, because, though agreeable to reason, yet werenot consonant to his owne rules, and the Logicke of his proper principles. Againe, to speakenothing of the sinne against the Holy Ghost, whose cure not onely, but whose nature isunknowne; I can cure the gout or stone in some, sooner than Divinity, Pride, or Avarice inothers. I can cure vices by Physicke, when they remaine incurable by Divinity, and shallobey my pils, when they contemne their precepts. I boast nothing, but plainely say, we alllabour against our owne cure, for death is the cure of all diseases. There is no Catholicon oruniversall remedy I know but this, which thogh nauseous to queasie stomachs, yet toprepared appetites is Nectar and a pleasant potion of immortality.

there is no mans minde of such discordant and jarring a temper to which atuneabledisposition may not strike a harmony.Magn virtutes nec minora vitia, it is theposie of the best natures, and may bee inverted on the worst;K121 there are in the mostdepraved and venemous dispositions, certaine pieces that remaine untoucht; which by anAntiperistasis become more excellent, or by the excellency of their antipathies are able topreserve themselves from the contagion of their enemy vices, and persist entire beyond thegenerall corruption. For it is also thus in natures. The greatest Balsames doe lie enveloped


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in the bodies of most powerfull Corrosives; I say moreover, and I ground upon experience,that poysons containe within themselves their own Antidote

'Tis that unruly regiment within me that will destroy me, 'tis I that doe infect my selfe, theman without a Navell yet lives in me;K123 I feele that originall canker corrode and devoure

me, and therefore Defenda me Dios de me, Lord deliver me from my selfe, is a part of myLetany, and the first voyce of my retired imaginations. There is no man alone, becauseevery man is aMicrocosme, and carries the whole world about him;Nunquam minus solusquam cum solus, though it bee the Apophthegme of a wise man, is yet true in the mouth ofa foole; for indeed, though in a Wildernesse, a man is never alone, not onely because hee iswith himselfe, and his owne thoughts, but because he is with the devill, who ever consortswith our solitude, and is that unruly rebell that musters up those disordered motions, whichaccompany our sequestred imaginations: And to speake more narrowly, there is no suchthing as solitude, nor any thing that can be said to be alone, and by it selfe, but God, who ishis owne circle, and can subsist by himselfe, all others besides their dissimilary andHeterogeneous parts, which in a manner multiply there natures, cannot subsist without theconcourse of God, and the society of that hand which doth uphold their natures. In briefe,there can be nothing truely alone, and by its self, which is not truely one, and such is onelyGod: All others doe transcend an unity, and so by consequence are many.

I beheve that our estranged and divided ashes shall unite again; that

ourseparated dust, afterso many Pilgrimages and transformationsinto the parts of Minerals, Plants,Animals, Elements, shall at the

Voice ofGod return into theirprimitive shajjes, andjoyn again tomake up theirprimary and predestinate forms.As at the Creationthere was a separation ofthat confused mass into its sjjecies; so atthe destruction thereofthere shall be a separation into its distinct

individuals.As at the Creation of the World, all the distinct species

that we behold lay involved in one mass, till the fruitful Voice ofGod separated this united multitude into its several species; so at the

last day, when those corrupted reliques shall be scattered in the Wildernessofforms, and seem to have forgot their projser habits, Godby a powerful Voice shall command them back into theirpropershapes, and call them out by their single individuals. Then shallappearthe fertilityofAdam, and the magick ofthat sperm'" thathath dilated into so many millions. I have often beheld as a miracle,

that artificial resurrection and revivification"* ofMercury, how beingmortified into a thousand shapes, it assumes again its own, andreturns into its numerical'" self. Let us speak naturally and like" Reward. "' Turning. '" Seed. '" Restoration to its own form."Individual.

300 THOMAS BROWNEPhilosophers, the forms ofaherable bodies in these sensible corruptions

perish not; nor, as we imagine, wholly quit theirmansions,but retire and contract themselves into their secret and unaccessible

parts, where they may best protect themselves from the action of

theirAntagonist.A plant or vegetable consumed to ashes to a contemplativeand school-Philosopherseems utterly destroyed, and theform to have taken his leave for ever; but to a sensible Artist theforms are not perished, but withdrawn into theirincombustible part,where they lie secure from the action ofthat devouring element.

This is made good by experience, which can from theAshes ofaPlant revive the plant, and from its cinders recall it into its stalk

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these more perfect and sensible structures! This is that mystical Philosophy,from whence no true Scholarbecomes an Atheist, but fromthe visible effects ofnature grows up a real Divine, and beholds notin a dream, as Ezekiel, but in an ocularand visible object, the types

ofhis resurrection.

theworlds destruction by fire, did neverdream ofannihilation, which

is beyond the f)ower ofsublunary causes;

that mystical metal ofGold, whose solary'"

and celestial nature I admire, exposed unto the violence offire, grows

onely hot, and liquifies, but consumeth not; so, when the consumableand volatile pieces ofourbodies shall be refined into a moreimpregnable and fixed temperlike Gold, though they sufferfromthe action offlames, they shall neverf)erish,but lye immortal in the

arms offire.

with Heaven, whose happinessconsists in that part that is best able to comprehend it, that

immortal essence, that translated divinity and colony ofGod,

misery ofcircumferenceto afflict him: and thus a distracted Conscience here, is

a shadow or introduction unto Hell hereafter.

I survey the occurrences

ofmy life, and call into account the FingerofGod, I canperceive nothing but an abyss and mass of mercies, eitherin general

to mankind, orin particularto my self.

instructed me, to contemplatethe infinite and incomprehensible distance betwixt the Creatorand the Creature;

Vice and the Devilput a Fallacy upon ourReasons, and, provoking us too hastily to runfrom it, entangle and profound us deeperin it.

There is a depraved appetite in us, that will with

patience hear the learned instructions of Reason, but yet perform no

farther than agrees to its own irregular humour. In brief, we all

are monsters, that is, a composition of Man and Beast, wherein we

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consciousness and the secret inscriptions of the mind; accidents of the same sortwill also rend away this veil; but alike, whether veiled or unveiled, the inscriptionremains for ever; just as the stars seem to withdraw before the common light ofday, whereas, in fact, we all know that it is the light which is drawn over them asa veil - and that they are waiting to be revealed, when the obscuring daylight

shall have withdrawn.

As the cradle of the human race, it would alone have a dim andreverential feeling connected with it. But there are other reasons. No mancan pretend that the wild, barbarous, and capricious superstitions of

Africa, or of savage tribes elsewhere, affect him in the way that he isaffected by the ancient, monumental, cruel, and elaborate religions ofIndostan, &c. The mere antiquity of Asiatic things, of their institutions,histories, modes of faith, &c., is so impressive, that to me the vast age ofthe race and name overpowers the sense of youth in the individual. A

young Chinese seems to me an antediluvian man renewed. EvenEnglishmen, though not bred in any knowledge of such institutions,cannot but shudder at the mystic sublimity of CASTES that have flowedapart, and refused to mix, through such immemorial tracts of time; norcan any man fail to be awed by the names of the Ganges or the Euphrates.It contributes much to these feelings that southern Asia is, and has beenfor thousands of years, the part of the earth most swarming with humanlife, the great officina gentium. Man is a weed in those regions. The vastempires also in which the enormous population of Asia has always beencast, give a further sublimity to the feelings associated with all Orientalnames or images. In China, over and above what it has in common withthe rest of southern Asia, I am terrified by the modes of life, by themanners, and the barrier of utter abhorrence and want of sympathyplaced between us by feelings deeper than I can analyse. I could soonerlive with lunatics or brute animals. All this, and much more than I can sayor have time to say, the reader must enter into before he can comprehendthe unimaginable horror which these dreams of Oriental imagery andmythological tortures impressed upon me. Under the connecting feelingof tropical heat and vertical sunlights I brought together all creatures,

birds, beasts, reptiles, all trees and plants, usages and appearances, thatare found in all tropical regions, and assembled them together in China orIndostan. From kindred feelings, I soon brought Egypt and all her godsunder the same law. I was stared at, hooted at, grinned at, chattered at, bymonkeys, by parroquets, by cockatoos. I ran into pagodas, and was fixedfor centuries at the summit or in secret rooms: I was the idol; I was thepriest; I was worshipped; I was sacrificed. I fled from the wrath of Bramathrough all the forests of Asia: Vishnu hated me: Seeva laid wait for me. I


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came suddenly upon Isis and Osiris: I had done a deed, they said, whichthe ibis and the crocodile trembled at. I was buried for a thousand years instone coffins, with mummies and sphynxes, in narrow chambers at theheart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed, with cancerous kisses, bycrocodiles; and laid, confounded with all unutterable slimy things,

amongst reeds and Nilotic mud.I thus give the reader some slight abstraction of my Oriental dreams,

which always filled me with such amazement at the monstrous scenerythat horror seemed absorbed for a while in sheer astonishment. Sooner orlater came a reflux of feeling that swallowed up the astonishment, and leftme not so much in terror as in hatred and abomination of what I saw.Over every form, and threat, and punishment, and dim sightlessincarceration, brooded a sense of eternity and infinity that drove me intoan oppression as of madness. Into these dreams only it was, with one ortwo slight exceptions, that any circumstances of physical horror entered.

All before had been moral and spiritual terrors. But here the main agents were ugly birds, or snakes, or crocodiles; especially the last. The cursedcrocodile became to me the object of more horror than almost all the rest.I was compelled to live with him, and (as was always the case almost inmy dreams) for centuries. I escaped sometimes, and found myself inChinese houses, with cane tables, &c. All the feet of the tables, sofas, &c.,soon became instinct with life: the abominable head of the crocodile, andhis leering eyes, looked out at me, multiplied into a thousand repetitions;and I stood loathing and fascinated. And so often did this hideous reptilehaunt my dreams that many times the very same dream was broken up in

the very same way: I heard gentle voices speaking to me (I hear everythingwhen I am sleeping), and instantly I awoke. It was broad noon, and mychildren were standing, hand in hand, at my bedside come to show metheir coloured shoes, or new frocks, or to let me see them dressed forgoing out. I protest that so awful was the transition from the damnedcrocodile, and the other unutterable monsters and abortions of mydreams, to the sight of innocent HUMAN natures and of infancy, that inthe mighty and sudden revulsion of mind I wept, and could not forbear it,as I kissed their faces.

June 1819

I have had occasion to remark, at various periods of my life, that thedeaths of those whom we love, and indeed the contemplation of deathgenerally, is (caeteris paribus) more affecting in summer than in anyother season of the year. And the reasons are these three, I think: first,that the visible heavens in summer appear far higher, more distant, and(if such a solecism may be excused) more infinite; the clouds, by whichchiefly the eye expounds the distance of the blue pavilion stretched over


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our heads, are in summer more voluminous, massed and accumulated infar grander and more towering piles. Secondly, the light and theappearances of the declining and the setting sun are much more fitted to

be types and characters of the Infinite. And thirdly (which is the mainreason), the exuberant and riotous prodigality of life naturally forces the

mind more powerfully upon the antagonist thought of death, and the wintry sterility of the grave. For it may be observed generally, thatwherever two thoughts stand related to each other by a law of antagonism,and exist, as it were, by mutual repulsion, they are apt to suggest eachother. On these accounts it is that I find it impossible to banish thethought of death when I am walking alone in the endless days of summer;and any particular death, if not more affecting, at least haunts my mindmore obstinately and besiegingly in that season. Perhaps this cause, and aslight incident which I omit, might have been the immediate occasions ofthe following dream, to which, however, a predisposition must always

have existed in my mind; but having been once roused it never left me,and split into a thousand fantastic varieties, which often suddenlyreunited, and composed again the original dream.

I thought that it was a Sunday morning in May, that it was EasterSunday, and as yet very early in the morning. I was standing, as it seemedto me, at the door of my own cottage. Right before me lay the very scene

which could really be commanded from that situation, but exalted, as wasusual, and solemnised by the power of dreams. There were the samemountains, and the same lovely valley at their feet; but the mountains

were raised to more than Alpine height, and there was interspace far

larger between them of meadows and forest lawns; the hedges were richwith white roses; and no living creature was to be seen, excepting that inthe green churchyard there were cattle tranquilly reposing upon the

verdant graves, and particularly round about the grave of a child whom Ihad tenderly loved, just as I had really beheld them, a little before sunrisein the same summer, when that child died. I gazed upon the well-knownscene, and I said aloud (as I thought) to myself, It yet wants much ofsunrise, and it is Easter Sunday; and that is the day on which theycelebrate the first fruits of resurrection. I will walk abroad; old griefs shall

be forgotten to-day; for the air is cool and still, and the hills are high and

stretch away to heaven; and the forest glades are as quiet as thechurchyard, and with the dew I can wash the fever from my forehead, andthen I shall be unhappy no longer. And I turned as if to open my gardengate, and immediately I saw upon the left a scene far different, but which

yet the power of dreams had reconciled into harmony with the other. Thescene was an Oriental one, and there also it was Easter Sunday, and veryearly in the morning. And at a vast distance were visible, as a stain upon


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the horizon, the domes and cupolas of a great city an image or faintabstraction, caught perhaps in childhood from some picture of Jerusalem.

And not a bow-shot from me, upon a stone and shaded by Judean palms,there sat a woman, and I looked, and it was Ann! She fixed her eyesupon me earnestly, and I said to her at length: So, then, I have found you

at last. I waited, but she answered me not a word. Her face was the sameas when I saw it last, and yet again how different! Seventeen years ago,

when the lamp-light fell upon her face, as for the last time I kissed her lips(lips, Ann, that to me were not polluted), her eyes were streaming withtears: the tears were now wiped away; she seemed more beautiful thanshe was at that time, but in all other points the same, and not older. Herlooks were tranquil, but with unusual solemnity of expression, and I nowgazed upon her with some awe; but suddenly her countenance grew dim,and turning to the mountains I perceived vapours rolling between us. In amoment all had vanished, thick darkness came on, and in the twinkling of

an eye I was far away from mountains, and by lamplight in Oxford Street,walking again with Ann just as we walked seventeen years before, whenwe were both children.

The dream commenced with a music which now I often heard in dreams a music of preparation and of awakening suspense, a music like theopening of the Coronation Anthem, and which, like THAT, gave thefeeling of a vast march, of infinite cavalcades filing off, and the tread of

innumerable armies. The morning was come of a mighty day a day ofcrisis and of final hope for human nature, then suffering some mysteriouseclipse, and labouring in some dread extremity. Somewhere, I knew not

where somehow, I knew not how by some beings, I knew not whom a battle, a strife, an agony, was conducting, was evolving like a greatdrama or piece of music, with which my sympathy was the moreinsupportable from my confusion as to its place, its cause, its nature, andits possible issue. I, as is usual in dreams (where of necessity we makeourselves central to every movement), had the power, and yet had not thepower, to decide it. I had the power, if I could raise myself to will it, and

yet again had not the power, for the weight of twenty Atlantics was uponme, or the oppression of inexpiable guilt. Deeper than ever plummetsounded, I lay inactive. Then like a chorus the passion deepened. Somegreater interest was at stake, some mightier cause than ever yet the swordhad pleaded, or trumpet had proclaimed. Then came sudden alarms,hurryings to and fro, trepidations of innumerable fugitives I knew not

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human faces, and at last, with the sense that all was lost, female forms,and the features that were worth all the world to me, and but a momentallowed and clasped hands, and heart-breaking partings, and then everlasting farewells! And with a sigh, such as the caves of Hell sighed

when the incestuous mother uttered the abhorred name of death, the

sound was reverberated everlasting farewells! And again and yet againreverberated everlasting farewells!

DE QUINCEY

Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so

lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. There is no matter."

La cuarta dimensin, entendida como dimensin espacial adicional (no como dimension temporal, como en la teora de la relatividad

el campo gravitatorio es explicado como un efecto geomtrico de l a curvatura de un espacio-tiempo de cuatro dimensiones.

se introduca una nueva dimensin espacial enrollada o compactificada, tambin el campo electromagntico poda ser i nterpretado como un efecto geomtrico de

la curvatura de dimensiones superiores

espacio-tiempo de cinco dimensiones, con una dimensin temporal, tres dimensiones espaciales extendidas y una dimensin espacial compactificada adicional,

que, debido a su condicin de compactificada, no era directamente visible pero su efecto era perceptible en forma de campo electromagntico.

El de 24 celdas es un policrono regular nico y que no tiene ningn equivalente tridimensional. Apenas pues la es fera, o 2-esfera, es una superficie de dos

dimensiones curvada compuesta de todos los puntos equidistantes de un punto central dado, en espacio un tridimensional, la 3-esfera, una clase de hiperesfera, es

el espacio que contiene todos los puntos equidistantes a un punto central dado, en un espacio cuadridimensional. Cada seccin transversal tridimensional de un 3-

esfera es un 2-esfera.

La trascendencia de la teora de Maxwell estriba en que proporcionaba una descripcin matemtica del

comportamiento general de la luz. En particular este modelo describe con exactitud cmo se puede propagar

la energa en forma de radiacin por el espacio en forma de vibracin de campos elctricos y magnticos

En mil formas cambiantes nos saluda

la misteriosa fuerza del canto en esta Tierra:

all es la paz eterna que bendice este mundo;

aqu, la juventud cuya agua nos inunda.

me siento arrastrado por una fuerza ntima y profunda: nadie puede saber lo queesto es ni nadie lo sabr nunca. Si no fuera porque lo estoy viendo y penetrandotodo con una luz y una claridad tan grandes pensara que estoy loco; pero desdela llegada del extranjero todas las cosas se me hacen mucho ms familiares. Unavez o hablar de tiempos antiguos, en los que los animales, los rboles y las rocas


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hablaban con los hombres*. Y ahora, justamente, me parece como si de un

momento a otro fueran a hablarme, y como si yo pudiera adivinar en ellas lo quevan a decirme. Debe de haber muchas palabras que yo todava no s; si supierams palabras podra comprenderlo todo mucho mejor. Antes me gustaba bailar;ahora prefiero pensar en la msica

Man is a sun and his senses are the planets.

Theseat ofthesoul is wherethe innerworldandthe outerworldmeet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.

Beforeabstraction everything is one,but onelikechaos;afterabstraction everything isunitedagain,butthisunion isa freebinding ofautonomous,self-determinedbeings. Out of a moba society has developed, chaos has been transformed into a manifold world.

El muchacho fue perdindose lentamente en dulces fantasas y se durmi.

Primero so en inmensas lejanas y regiones salvajes y desconocidas. Caminabasobre el mar con ligereza incomprensible; vea extraos animales; se encontrabaviviendo entre las ms diversas gentes, tan pronto en guerra, entre salvaje

agitacin, como en tranquilas cabaas. Caa prisionero y en la ms afrentosamiseria. Todas las sensaciones llegaban a un grado de intensidad que l no habaconocido jams. Viva una vida de infinitos matices y colores; mora y volva denuevo al mundo; amaba hasta la suprema pasin, y era separado para siempre desu amada.

cuando fuera apuntaban los primeros rayos del Sol, la agitacin de su espritu sefue remansando, y las imgenes fueron cobrando claridad y fijeza. Le pareca quecaminaba solo por un bosque obscuro. Slo raras veces la luz del da brillaba atravs de la verde espesura. Pronto se encontr ante un desfiladero que subamontaa arriba. Tuvo que trepar por piedras musgosas, arrancadas de la roca viva

y lanzadas corriente abajo por un antiguo torrente. Cuanto ms suba msluminoso iba hacindose el bosque. Por fin lleg a un pequeo prado que estabaen la ladera de la montaa. Al fondo del prado se levantaba un enorme peasco, acuyo pie vio una abertura que pareca ser la entrada de un pasadizo excavado enla roca. Anduvo por l cmodamente un buen rato, hasta llegar a unensanchamiento, una especie de amplia sala, del que sala una luz muy clara, quel haba visto brillar ya de lejos. As que entr vio un rayo muy fuerte, que, comosaliendo de un surtidor, ascenda hasta la parte alta de la bveda, paradeshacerse all en infinidad de pequeas centellas, que se reunan abajo en unagran alberca; el rayo de luz brillaba como oro encendido; no se oa el ms mnimoruido: un sagrado silencio envolva el esplndido espectculo. Se acerc a la

alberca, en la que ondeaban trmulos infinitos colores. Las paredes de la cuevaestaban revestidas de aquel lquido, que no era caliente, sino fresco, y que desdeellas arrojaba una luz a azulada y plida. Meti la mano en la alberca y sehumedeci los labios. Le pareci como si un hlito espiritual penetrara todo su ser,y se sinti ntimamente confortado y refrescado. Le entr un deseo irreprimible debaarse; se desnud y se meti en la alberca. Le pareci que le envolva unanube encendida por la luz del atardecer; una sensacin celestial le invadiinteriormente; mil pensamientos pugnaban, con ntima voluptuosidad, por fundirse


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en l. Imgenes nuevas y nunca vistas aparecan ante sus ojos; tambin ellaspenetraban unas dentro de otras, y en torno a l se convertan en seres visibles;cada onda de aquel deleitoso elemento vena a estrecharse junto a l como undelicado seno. Aquel mar pareca una danza bulliciosa y desatada deencantadoras doncellas que en aquellos momentos vinieran a tomar cuerpo junto

al muchacho.Embriagado de embeleso, pero dndose cuenta muy bien de todas lasimpresiones, nad despaciosamente, siguiendo la corriente del ro, que, saliendode la alberca, se meta de nuevo en la roca. Una especie de dulce somnolencia leinvadi: soaba cosas que no hubiera sido capaz de describir. Una luz distinta ledespert. Se encontr en un mullido csped, a la vera de una fuente, cuyas aguaspenetraban en el aire y parecan desaparecer en l. No muy lejos se levantabanunas rocas de color azul marino, con vetas multicolores; la luz del da que lecircundaba tena una claridad y una dulzura desacostumbradas; el cielo era de unpursimo azul obscuro. Pero lo que le atraa con una fuerza irresistible era una floralta y de un azul luminoso, que estaba primero junto a la fuente y que le tocaba

con sus hojas anchas y brillantes. En torno a ella haba miles de flores de todoslos colores, y su delicioso perfume impregnaba todo el aire. El muchacho no veaotra cosa que la Flor Azul, y la estuvo contemplando largo rato con indefinibleternura. Por fin, cuando quiso acercarse a ella, sta empez de pronto a moversey a transmudarse: las hojas brillaban ms y ms, y se doblaban, pegndose altallo, que iba creciendo; la flor se inclin hacia l, y sobre la abertura de la corola,que formaba como un collar azul, apareci, corno suspendido en el aire, undelicado rostro. El dulce pasmo del muchacho iba creciendo ante aquellatransformacin; en aquel momento la voz de su madre le despert, y se encontren la habitacin de sus padres, dorada ya por el sol de la maana.

, no hay duda de que sus extraas transformaciones y su naturaleza frgil y livianatiene que darnos que pensar. No es cierto que todo sueo, aun el ms confuso,es una visin extraordinaria que, incluso sin pensar que nos los haya podidomandar Dios, podemos verla como un gran desgarrn que se abre en el misteriosovelo que, con mil pliegues, cubre nuestro interior?

? A m el sueo se me antoja como algo que nos defiende de la monotona y de larutina de la vida; una libre expansin de la fantasa encadenada, que se diviertebarajando las imgenes de la vida ordinaria e interrumpiendo la continua seriedaddel hombre adulto con un divertido juego de nios. Seguro que sin sueosenvejeceramos antes. Por esto, aunque no lo veamos como algo que nos llegadirectamente del cielo, bien podemos ver al sueo como un don divino, como unamable compaero en nuestra peregrinacin hacia la santa sepultura.

Sali un anciano, que debi de tomarme por un visitante sospechoso. Lo dije loque quera, y en cuanto supo que era extranjero, y alemn, me hizo entrar muyamablemente en su habitacin, y me trajo una botella de vino. Me hizo sentar y mepregunt cul era mi oficio. La estancia estaba llena de libros y objetos antiguos.Nos ensartamos en una larga conversacin: me cont muchas cosas de tiempospasados, de pintores, de escultores y de poetas. Hasta entonces nunca haba odo


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hablar de estas cosas de aquel modo. Me pareci como si estuviera en otromundo, como si hubiera desembarcado en otro pas. Me ense sellos grabadosen piedra y otros objetos artsticos antiguos; despus, con viva emocin, me leyhermossimos poemas, y de este modo se nos pas el tiempo en un momento.Todava ahora se me alegra el corazn cuando pienso en aquel hervidero de mil

extraos pensamientos y sensaciones que llenaban mi espritu aquella noche.Aquel hombre viva en los tiempos paganos como si fueran su propio tiempo;

SUEO

Era como si tuviera que ir a alguna parte a hacer algo, pero no saba adnde tenaque ir ni qu era lo que tena que hacer. Me encamin a las montaas del Harz, atoda prisa: se me antojaba que iba a mi boda. No me detena ni un momento; ibacampo traviesa por bosques y valles, y pronto llegu al pie de una alta montaa.

Cuando llegu a la cumbre divis ante m la Llanura Dorada*; desde all dominaba

toda Turingia, ninguna montaa se interpona ante mi vista. Enfrente, al otro lado,se ergua el Harz, con sus obscuras montaas; y vea multitud de castillos,

monasterios y aldeas. Estando en aquella dulce contemplacin se me ocurripensar en el anciano que me estaba hospedando aquella noche y me pareci quellevaba ya mucho tiempo viviendo en su casa. Pronto descubr una escalera quepenetraba en la montaa y descend por ella. Al cabo de un buen rato llegu a unagran cueva. Haba all un viejo, vestido con larga tnica, sentado ante una mesade hierro mirando fijamente a una doncella hermossima que esculpida en mrmolestaba frente a l. Su barba haba crecido por encima de la mesa de hierro ycubra sus pies. Su aspecto era a la vez severo y amable, y me record una de las

cabezas antiguas que la noche anterior me haba enseado mi husped**

. Una

luz resplandeciente llenaba la cueva. Estando yo en este sueo, contemplando alanciano, sent de repente que mi husped me daba unas palmadas en el hombro;

me cogi de la mano y me llev a travs de largos pasadizos. Al cabo de un rato via lo lejos una luz, como si el Sol quisiera entrar en aquella galera. Corr siguiendoaquella claridad y me encontr en seguida en una verde llanura; pero todo mepareci muy distinto: aquello no era Turingia. Inmensos rboles de hojas grandesy brillantes esparcan sombra por doquier. El aire era muy clido, no obstante sucalor no era opresivo. Por todas partes haba fuentes y flores, y entre todas lasflores una que me gustaba especialmente; me pareca como si las dems seinclinaran ante ella.

*_ Llanura que se extiende entre el Harz y el monte Kyffhuser.

**

_ Segn la leyenda. Federico Barbarrosa no haba muerto, sino que estaba dormido en una grutadel Kyffhuser.

Oh, padre!, decidme de qu color era grit el hijo, emocionado. No era azul?

Puede ser prosigui el padre, sin prestar atencin a la extraa brusquedad deEnrique. Me acuerdo slo que experiment una sensacin extraa y que estuvelargo tiempo sin acordarme de mi acompaante. Al fin, cuando me volv hacia l,me di cuenta de que me estaba mirando atentamente y de que me sonrea con


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ntima alegra. De qu modo sal de aquel lugar no sabra decirlo ahora. Estaba denuevo en la cumbre de la montaa. Mi acompaante estaba a mi lado y me deca:

Has visto el milagro del mundo. De ti depende que seas el ser ms feliz de laTierra y que, adems, llegues a ser un hombre famoso. Fjate bien en lo que voya decirte: si el da de San Juan, al atardecer, vuelves a este lugar y le pides a Dios

de todo corazn que te haga comprender este sueo, te ser dada la mayor suertede este mundo; fjate slo en una florecilla azul que encontrars aqu; arrncala yencomindate humildemente al Cielo: l te guiar.

Despus, siempre en sueos, me encontr entre maravillosas figuras y sereshumanos; tiempos infinitos, en mltiples transformaciones, pasaban revoloteandoante mis ojos. Mi lengua se encontraba como libre de ataduras y todo lo que decasonaba como msica. Despus de esto todo se volvi de nuevo obscuro, angostoy habitual; vi a tu madre que me miraba con ojos entre amables y avergonzados;llevaba en sus brazos a un nio resplandeciente; iba a acercarme cuando derepente este fue creciendo ms y ms, brillaba y luca con creciente intensidad

hasta que por fin, con unas alas blancas y resplandecientes, se levant porencima de nosotros nos cogi en brazos y nos llev volando tan arriba queveamos la Tierra como una escudilla de oro bellamente cincelada. Del resto delsueo me acuerdo slo de una cosa, que volvieron a aparecer la flor, la montaa y

el anciano*. Pero en seguida me despert y me sent movido por un gran amor.

Men travel in manifoldpaths: whoso tracesandcompares these, will findstrange Figurescome to light; Figureswhich seem as if theybelonged to that great Cipher-writing which one meets with everywhere, on wings of birds,shells of eggs, in clouds, in the snow, in crystals, in forms of rocks, in freezing waters, in the interior and exterior of

mountains, of plants, animals, men, in the lights of the sky, in plates of glass and pitch when touched and struck on, in thefilings round the magnet, and the singular conjunctures of Chance. In such Figures one anticipates the key to that wondrousWriting, the grammar of it; but this Anticipation will not fix itself into shape, and appears as if, after all, it would not becomesuch a key for us. An

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