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hillock ::: a small hill. :::

hilled ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Hill

hill ::: n. --> A natural elevation of land, or a mass of earth rising above the common level of the surrounding land; an eminence less than a mountain.
The earth raised about the roots of a plant or cluster of plants. [U. S.] See Hill, v. t. ::: v. t.

hilliness ::: n. --> The state of being hilly.

hilling ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Hill ::: n. --> The act or process of heaping or drawing earth around plants.

hillock ::: n. --> A small hill.

hillside ::: n. --> The side or declivity of a hill.

hilltop ::: n. --> The top of a hill.

hilly ::: a. --> Abounding with hills; uneven in surface; as, a hilly country.
Lofty; as, hilly empire.

Hillel of Verona: (1220-1295) Physician and philosopher. His principal philosophic work, the Tagmule ha-Nefesh (Heb.) The Reward of the Soul, is devoted to two problems, that of the soul and that of reward and punishment. In his theory of the soul he follows partly Averroes (q.v.) and assumes with him that the universal Active Intellect acts upon the soul of the individual and helps to realize its powers. He rejects, though, the former's view of immortality which consists of a union of the human intellect with the universal Active Intellect. -- M.W.

hill climbing
A {graph} search {algorithm} where the current
path is extended with a successor node which is closer to the
solution than the end of the current path.
In simple hill climbing, the first closer node is chosen
whereas in steepest ascent hill climbing all successors are
compared and the closest to the solution is chosen. Both
forms fail if there is no closer node. This may happen if
there are local maxima in the {search space} which are not
solutions. Steepest ascent hill climbing is similar to {best
first search} but the latter tries all possible extensions of
the current path in order whereas steepest ascent only tries
one.
(1995-12-09)

hilled ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Hill

hill ::: n. --> A natural elevation of land, or a mass of earth rising above the common level of the surrounding land; an eminence less than a mountain.
The earth raised about the roots of a plant or cluster of plants. [U. S.] See Hill, v. t. ::: v. t.

hilliness ::: n. --> The state of being hilly.

hilling ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Hill ::: n. --> The act or process of heaping or drawing earth around plants.

hillock ::: n. --> A small hill.

hillside ::: n. --> The side or declivity of a hill.

hilltop ::: n. --> The top of a hill.

hilly ::: a. --> Abounding with hills; uneven in surface; as, a hilly country.
Lofty; as, hilly empire.

Hillel, Heilel (Hebrew) Hēilel [from hālal to shine] Shining brightly or gloriously; used in Isaiah (14:12), referring to the king of Babylon: “How art thou fallen from the heavens, Lucifer [Hillel], Son of the Morning, how art thou cast down unto the earth, thou who didst cast down the nations.” (BCW 8:27-8n)

Hill Cumorah, 4 miles south of Palmyra, New

hill climbing ::: (algorithm) A graph search algorithm where the current path is extended with a successor node which is closer to the solution than the end of the current path.In simple hill climbing, the first closer node is chosen whereas in steepest ascent hill climbing all successors are compared and the closest to the solution hill climbing is similar to best first search but the latter tries all possible extensions of the current path in order whereas steepest ascent only tries one. (1995-12-09)

Hillel ::: Often referred to in English as "Hillel the Elder", he was a great talmudic sage who lived during the last few years before the Common Era. Known for his kindness and elaboration on the "golden rule". Hillel is also the name of an international Jewish organization dedicated to reaching out to young Jews on college campuses.

Hillul Hashem or Chillul Hashem ::: (Heb. Desecration of the Divine Name) Jewish concept that performing a dishonorable act or one that is against Jewish teachings while in public brings shame to both God and the Jews.

hillock ::: a small hill. :::

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1:If you're going through hell, keep going. ~ Winston Churchill,

2:Live with your century; but do not be its creature. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

3:Quotations when engraved upon the memory give you good thoughts. ~ Winston Churchill,

4:It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations. ~ Winston Churchill,

5:Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed. ~ Arthur Schopenhauer,

6:It is literally true that you can succeed best and quickest by helping others to succeed. ~ Napoleon Hill,

7:It is not fitting, when one is in God's service, to have a gloomy face or a chilling look. ~ Saint Francis of Assisi,

8:Most great people have attained their greatest success just one step beyond their greatest failure. ~ Napoleon Hill,

9:The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. ~ Eden Phillipot, A Shadow Passes ,

10:In us the secret Spirit can inditeA page and summary of the Infinite, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.59 - The Hill-top Temple,

11:The wide-winged hymn of a great priestly windArose and failed upon the altar hills; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.01 - The Symbol Dawn,

12:Our body is an epitome of some Vast    That masks its presence by our humanness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.59 - The Hill-top Temple,

13:Success is the development of the power with which to get whatever one wants in life without interfering with the rights of others. ~ Napoleon Hill,

14:The proof of spiritual maturity is not how pure you are but awareness of your impurity. That very awareness opens the door to grace. ~ Phillip Yancey,

15:If you pray hard enough, you can make water run uphill. How hard? Why, hard enough to make water run uphill, of course! ~ Robert Heinlein, Expanded Universe. ,

16:The wise are tranquil; silent the great hillsRise ceaselessly towards their unreached sky, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real,

17:Silent the great hillsRise ceaselessly towards their unreached sky,Seated on their unchanging base ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real,

18:A formless void suppressed his struggling brain,A darkness grim and cold oppressed his flesh,A whispered grey suggestion chilled his heart; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.07 - The Descent into Night,

19:World-naked hermits with their matted hairImmobile as the passionless great hillsAround them grouped like thoughts of some vast moodAwaiting the Infinite’s behest to end. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 04.04 - The Quest,

20:A thunder rolling mid the hills of God,Tireless, severe is their tremendous Voice:Exceeding us, to exceed ourselves they callAnd bid us rise incessantly above. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.12 - The Heavens of the Ideal,

21:Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it become a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public. ~ Winston Churchill,

22:Dawn in her journey eternal compelling the labour of mortals,Dawn the beginner of things with the night for their rest or their ending,Pallid and bright-lipped arrived from the mists and the chill of the Euxine.Earth in the dawn-fire delivered fr ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry 5.1.01 - Ilion,

23:I walk by the chill wave through the dull slimeAnd still that weary journeying knows no end;Lost is the lustrous godhead beyond Time,There comes no voice of the celestial Friend.And yet I know my footprints’ track shall beA pathway towards I ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.21 - The Pilgrim of the Night,

24:There are vasts of vision and eternal suns,Oceans of an immortal luminousness,Flame-hills assaulting heaven with their peaks,There dwelling all becomes a blaze of sight;A burning head of vision leads the mind,Thought trails behind it its lo ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real,

25:In fact, however, the divine Strength, often unobserved and behind the veil, substitutes itself for our weakness and supports us through all our failings of faith, courage and patience. It makes the blind to see and the lame to stride over the hills. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga The Conditions of the Synthesis,

26:Activities are endless, like ripples on a stream. They end only when you drop them.Human moods are like the changing highlights and shadows on a sunlit mountain range.All activities are like the games children play, like castles being made of sand.View them with delight and equanimity, like grandparents overseeing their grandchildren, or a shepherd resting on a hill watching over his grazing flock. ~ Nyoshul Khen Rinpoche,

27:Invitation:::With wind and the weather beating round meUp to the hill and the moorland I go.Who will come with me? Who will climb with me?Wade through the brook and tramp through the snow?Not in the petty circle of citiesCramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;Over me God is blue in the welkin,Against me the wind and the storm rebel.I sport with solitude here in my regions,Of misadventure have made me a friend.Who would live largely? Who would live freely?Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.I am the Lord of tempest and mountain,I am the Spirit of freedom and pride.Stark must he be and a kinsman to dangerWho shares my kingdom and walks at my side. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

28:The hostile forces have a certain self-chosen function: it is to test the condition of the individual, of the work, of the earth itself and their readiness for the spiritual descent and fulfilment. At every step of the journey, they are there attacking furiously, criticising, suggesting, imposing despondency or inciting to revolt, raising unbelief, amassing difficulties. No doubt, they put a very exaggerated interpretation on the rights given them by their function, making mountains even out of what seems to us a mole-hill. A little trifling false step or mistake and they appear on the road and clap a whole Himalaya as a barrier across it. But this opposition has been permitted from of old not merely as a test or ordeal, but as a compulsion on us to seek a greater strength, a more perfect self-knowledge, an intenser purity and force of aspiration, a faith that nothing can crush, a more powerful descent of the Divine Grace. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Yoga - IV ,

29:An Informal Integral Canon: Selected books on Integral Science, Philosophy and the Integral Transformation Sri Aurobindo - The Life Divine Sri Aurobindo - The Synthesis of Yoga Pierre Teilhard de Chardin - The Phenomenon of Man Jean Gebser - The Ever-Present Origin Edward Haskell - Full Circle - The Moral Force of Unified Science Oliver L. Reiser - Cosmic Humanism and World Unity Christopher Hills - Nuclear Evolution: Discovery of the Rainbow Body The Mother - Mother's Agenda Erich Jantsch - The Self-Organizing Universe - Scientific and Human Implications of the Emerging Paradigm of Evolution T. R. Thulasiram - Arut Perum Jyothi and Deathless Body Kees Zoeteman - Gaiasophy Ken Wilber - Sex Ecology Spirituality: The Spirit of Evolution Don Edward Beck - Spiral Dynamics: Mastering Values, Leadership, and Change Kundan Singh - The Evolution of Integral Yoga: Sri Aurobindo, Sri Ramakrishna, and Swami Vivekananda Sean Esbjorn-Hargens - Integral Ecology: Uniting Multiple Perspectives on the Natural World ~ M Alan Kazlev, Kheper.php">Kheper ,

30:"The human being is at home and safe in the material body; the body is his protection. There are some who are full of contempt for their bodies and think that things will be much better and easier after death without them. But in fact the body is your fortress and your shelter. While you are lodged in it the forces of the hostile world find it difficult to have a direct hold upon you.... Directly you enter any realm of this [vital] world, its beings gather round you to get out of you all you have, to draw what they can and make it a food and a prey. If you have no strong light and force radiating from within you, you move there without your body as if you had no coat to protect you against a chill and bleak atmosphere, no house to shield you, even no skin covering you, your nerves exposed and bare. There are men who say, 'How unhappy I am in this body', and think of death as an escape! But after death you have the same vital surroundings and are in danger from the same forces that are the cause of your misery in this life.... "It is here upon earth, in the body itself, that you must acquire a complete knowledge and learn to use a full and complete power. Only when you have done that will you be free to move about with entire security in all the worlds." ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1929-1931 (12 May 1929),

31:Integral Psychology presents a very complex picture of the individual. As he did previously in The Atman Project, at the back of the book Wilber has included numerous charts showing how his model relates to the work of a hundred or so different authors from East and West.5757. Wilber compares the models of Huston Smith, Plotinus, Buddhism, Stan Grof, John Battista, kundalini yoga, the Great Chain of Being, James Mark Baldwin, Aurobindo, the Kabbalah, Vedanta, William Tiller, Leadbeater, Adi Da, Piaget, Commons and Richards, Kurt Fisher, Alexander, Pascual-Leone, Herb Koplowitz, Patricia Arlin, Gisela Labouvie-Vief, Jan Sinnot, Michael Basseches, Jane Loevinger, John Broughton, Sullivan, Grant and Grant, Jenny Wade, Michael Washburn, Erik Erikson, Neumann, Scheler, Karl Jaspers, Rudolf Steiner, Don Beck, Suzanne Cook-Greuter, Clare Graves, Robert Kegan, Kohlberg, Torbert, Blanchard-Fields, Kitchener and King, Deirdre Kramer, William Perry, Turner and Powell, Cheryl Armon, Peck, Howe, Rawls, Piaget, Selman, Gilligan, Hazrat Inayat Khan, mahamudra meditation, Fowler, Underhill, Helminiak, Funk, Daniel Brown, Muhyddin Ibn 'Arabi, St. Palamas, classical yoga, highest tantra yoga, St Teresa, Chirban, St Dionysius, Patanjali, St Gregory of Nyssa, transcendental meditation, Fortune, Maslow, Chinen, Benack, Gardner, Melvin Miller, Habermas, Jean Houston, G. Heard, Lenski, Jean Gebser, A. Taylor, Jay Early, Robert Bellah, and Duane Elgin. ~ Frank Visser, Ken Wilber Thought as Passion ,

32:The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly colored, and it's very loud, and it's fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, "Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we ... kill those people. "Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok ... But it doesn't matter, because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. ~ Bill Hicks,

33:See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those harmonious feet. Ob, are they flying shadows from their native forms set free? Or phantoms in the fairy ring that summer moonbeams see? As, by the gentle zephyr blown, some light mist flees in air, As skiffs that skim adown the tide, when silver waves are fair, So sports the docile footstep to the heave of that sweet measure, As music wafts the form aloft at its melodious pleasure, Now breaking through the woven chain of the entangled dance, From where the ranks the thickest press, a bolder pair advance, The path they leave behind them lost--wide open the path beyond, The way unfolds or closes up as by a magic wand. See now, they vanish from the gaze in wild confusion blended; All, in sweet chaos whirled again, that gentle world is ended! No!--disentangled glides the knot, the gay disorder ranges-- The only system ruling here, a grace that ever changes. For ay destroyed--for ay renewed, whirls on that fair creation; And yet one peaceful law can still pervade in each mutation. And what can to the reeling maze breathe harmony and vigor, And give an order and repose to every gliding figure? That each a ruler to himself doth but himself obey, Yet through the hurrying course still keeps his own appointed way. What, would'st thou know? It is in truth the mighty power of tune, A power that every step obeys, as tides obey the moon; That threadeth with a golden clue the intricate employment, Curbs bounding strength to tranquil grace, and tames the wild enjoyment. And comes the world's wide harmony in vain upon thine ears? The stream of music borne aloft from yonder choral spheres? And feel'st thou not the measure which eternal Nature keeps? The whirling dance forever held in yonder azure deeps? The suns that wheel in varying maze?--That music thou discernest? No! Thou canst honor that in sport which thou forgettest in earnest. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

34:There is one point in particular I would like to single out and stress, namely, the notion of evolution. It is common to assume that one of the doctrines of the perennial philosophy... is the idea of involution-evolution. That is, the manifest world was created as a "fall" or "breaking away" from the Absolute (involution), but that all things are now returning to the Absolute (via evolution). In fact, the doctrine of progressive temporal return to Source (evolution) does not appear anywhere, according to scholars as Joseph Campbell, until the axial period (i.e. a mere two thousand years ago). And even then, the idea was somewhat convoluted and backwards. The doctrine of the yugas, for example, sees the world as proceeding through various stages of development, but the direction is backward: yesterday was the Golden Age, and time ever since has been a devolutionary slide downhill, resulting in the present-day Kali-Yuga. Indeed, this notion of a historical fall from Eden was ubiquitous during the axial period; the idea that we are, at this moment, actually evolving toward Spirit was simply not conceived in any sort of influential fashion. But sometime during the modern era-it is almost impossible to pinpoint exactly-the idea of history as devolution (or a fall from God) was slowly replaced by the idea of history as evolution (or a growth towards God). We see it explicitly in Schelling (1775-1854); Hegel (1770-1831) propounded the doctrine with a genius rarely equaled; Herbert Spencer (1820-1903) made evolution a universal law, and his friend Charles Darwin (1809-1882) applied it to biology. We find it next appearing in Aurobindo (1872-1950), who gave perhaps its most accurate and profound spiritual context, and Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881-1955) who made it famous in the West. But here is my point: we might say that the idea of evolution as return-to-Spirit is part of the perennial philosophy, but the idea itself, in any adequate form, is no more than a few hundred years old. It might be 'ancient' as timeless, but it is certainly not ancient as "old."... This fundamental shift in the sense or form of the perennial philosophy-as represented in, say, Aurobindo, Hegel, Adi Da, Schelling, Teilhard de Chardin, Radhakrishnan, to name a few-I should like to call the "neoperennial philosophy." ~ Ken Wilber, The Eye Of Spirit ,

35:reading ::: Self-Help Reading List: James Allen As a Man Thinketh (1904) Marcus Aurelius Meditations (2nd Century) The Bhagavad-Gita The Bible Robert Bly Iron John (1990) Boethius The Consolation of Philosophy (6thC) Alain de Botton How Proust Can Change Your Life (1997) William Bridges Transitions: Making Sense of Life's Changes (1980) David Brooks The Road to Character (2015) Brené Brown Daring Greatly (2012) David D Burns The New Mood Therapy (1980) Joseph Campbell (with Bill Moyers) The Power of Myth (1988) Richard Carlson Don't Sweat The Small Stuff (1997) Dale Carnegie How to Win Friends and Influence People (1936) Deepak Chopra The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success (1994) Clayton Christensen How Will You Measure Your Life? (2012) Paulo Coelho The Alchemist (1988) Stephen Covey The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People (1989) Mihaly Cziksentmihalyi Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience (1991) The Dalai Lama & Howard Cutler The Art of Happiness (1999) The Dhammapada (Buddha's teachings) Charles Duhigg The Power of Habit (2011) Wayne Dyer Real Magic (1992) Ralph Waldo Emerson Self-Reliance (1841) Clarissa Pinkola Estes Women Who Run With The Wolves (1996) Viktor Frankl Man's Search For Meaning (1959) Benjamin Franklin Autobiography (1790) Shakti Gawain Creative Visualization (1982) Daniel Goleman Emotional Intelligence (1995) John Gray Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus (1992) Louise Hay You Can Heal Your Life (1984) James Hillman The Soul's Code: In Search of Character and Calling (1996) Susan Jeffers Feel The Fear And Do It Anyway (1987) Richard Koch The 80/20 Principle (1998) Marie Kondo The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up (2014) Ellen Langer Mindfulness: Choice and Control in Everyday Life (1989) Lao-Tzu Tao-te Ching (The Way of Power) Maxwell Maltz Psycho-Cybernetics (1960) Abraham Maslow Motivation and Personality (1954) Thomas Moore Care of the Soul (1992) Joseph Murphy The Power of Your Subconscious Mind (1963) Norman Vincent Peale The Power of Positive Thinking (1952) M Scott Peck The Road Less Traveled (1990) Anthony Robbins Awaken The Giant Within (1991) Florence Scovell-Shinn The Game of Life and How To Play It (1923) Martin Seligman Learned Optimism (1991) Samuel Smiles Self-Help (1859) Pierre Teilhard de Chardin The Phenomenon of Man (1955) Henry David Thoreau Walden (1854) Marianne Williamson A Return To Love (1993) ~ Tom Butler-Bowdon, 50 Self-Help ,

36:they are acting all the while in the spirit of rajasic ahaṅkara, persuade themselves that God is working through them and they have no part in the action. This is because they are satisfied with the mere intellectual assent to the idea without waiting for the whole system and life to be full of it. A continual remembrance of God in others and renunciation of individual eagerness (spr.ha) are needed and a careful watching of our inner activities until God by the full light of self-knowledge, jñanadı̄pena bhasvata, dispels all further chance of self-delusion. The danger of tamogun.a is twofold, first, when the Purusha thinks, identifying himself with the tamas in him, "I am weak, sinful, miserable, ignorant, good-for-nothing, inferior to this man and inferior to that man, adhama, what will God do through me?" - as if God were limited by the temporary capacities or incapacities of his instruments and it were not true that he can make the dumb to talk and the lame to cross the hills, mūkaṁ karoti vacalaṁ paṅguṁ laṅghayate girim, - and again when the sadhak tastes the relief, the tremendous relief of a negative santi and, feeling himself delivered from all troubles and in possession of peace, turns away from life and action and becomes attached to the peace and ease of inaction. Remember always that you too are Brahman and the divine Shakti is working in you; reach out always to the realisation of God's omnipotence and his delight in the Lila. He bids Arjuna work lokasaṅgraharthaya, for keeping the world together, for he does not wish the world to sink back into Prakriti, but insists on your acting as he acts, "These worlds would be overpowered by tamas and sink into Prakriti if I did not do actions." To be attached to inaction is to give up our action not to God but to our tamasic ahaṅkara. The danger of the sattvagun.a is when the sadhak becomes attached to any one-sided conclusion of his reason, to some particular kriya or movement of the sadhana, to the joy of any particular siddhi of the yoga, perhaps the sense of purity or the possession of some particular power or the Ananda of the contact with God or the sense of freedom and hungers after it, becomes attached to that only and would have nothing else. Remember that the yoga is not for yourself; for these things, though they are part of the siddhi, are not the object of the siddhi, for you have decided at the beginning to make no claim upon God but take what he gives you freely and, as for the Ananda, the selfless soul will even forego the joy of God's presence, ... ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays In Philosophy And Yoga ,

37:The modern distinction is that the poet appeals to the imagination and not to the intellect. But there are many kinds of imagination; the objective imagination which visualises strongly the outward aspects of life and things; the subjective imagination which visualises strongly the mental and emotional impressions they have the power to start in the mind; the imagination which deals in the play of mental fictions and to which we give the name of poetic fancy; the aesthetic imagination which delights in the beauty of words and images for their own sake and sees no farther. All these have their place in poetry, but they only give the poet his materials, they are only the first instruments in the creation of poetic style. The essential poetic imagination does not stop short with even the most subtle reproductions of things external or internal, with the richest or delicatest play of fancy or with the most beautiful colouring of word or image. It is creative, not of either the actual or the fictitious, but of the more and the most real; it sees the spiritual truth of things, - of this truth too there are many gradations, - which may take either the actual or the ideal for its starting-point. The aim of poetry, as of all true art, is neither a photographic or otherwise realistic imitation of Nature, nor a romantic furbishing and painting or idealistic improvement of her image, but an interpretation by the images she herself affords us, not on one but on many planes of her creation, of that which she conceals from us, but is ready, when rightly approached, to reveal. This is the true, because the highest and essential aim of poetry; but the human mind arrives at it only by a succession of steps, the first of which seems far enough from its object. It begins by stringing its most obvious and external ideas, feelings and sensations of things on a thread of verse in a sufficient language of no very high quality. But even when it gets to a greater adequacy and effectiveness, it is often no more than a vital, an emotional or an intellectual adequacy and effectiveness. There is a strong vital poetry which powerfully appeals to our sensations and our sense of life, like much of Byron or the less inspired mass of the Elizabethan drama; a strong emotional poetry which stirs our feelings and gives us the sense and active image of the passions; a strong intellectual poetry which satisfies our curiosity about life and its mechanism, or deals with its psychological and other "problems", or shapes for us our thoughts in an effective, striking and often quite resistlessly quotable fashion. All this has its pleasures for the mind and the surface soul in us, and it is certainly quite legitimate to enjoy them and to enjoy them strongly and vividly on our way upward; but if we rest content with these only, we shall never get very high up the hill of the Muses. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry ,

38:DarknessI had a dream, which was not all a dream.The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space,Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earthSwung blind and blackening in the moonless air;Morn came and went-and came, and brought no day,And men forgot their passions in the dreadOf this their desolation; and all heartsWere chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:And they did live by watchfires-and the thrones,The palaces of crowned kings-the huts,The habitations of all things which dwell,Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,And men were gather'd round their blazing homesTo look once more into each other's face;Happy were those who dwelt within the eyeOf the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;Forests were set on fire-but hour by hourThey fell and faded-and the crackling trunksExtinguish'd with a crash-and all was black.The brows of men by the despairing lightWore an unearthly aspect, as by fitsThe flashes fell upon them; some lay downAnd hid their eyes and wept; and some did restTheir chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;And others hurried to and fro, and fedTheir funeral piles with fuel, and look'd upWith mad disquietude on the dull sky,The pall of a past world; and then againWith curses cast them down upon the dust,And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'dAnd, terrified, did flutter on the ground,And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutesCame tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'dAnd twin'd themselves among the multitude,Hissing, but stingless-they were slain for food.And War, which for a moment was no more,Did glut himself again: a meal was boughtWith blood, and each sate sullenly apartGorging himself in gloom: no love was left;All earth was but one thought-and that was deathImmediate and inglorious; and the pangOf famine fed upon all entrails-menDied, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,And he was faithful to a corse, and keptThe birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,Till hunger clung them, or the dropping deadLur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,But with a piteous and perpetual moan,And a quick desolate cry, licking the handWhich answer'd not with a caress-he died.The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but twoOf an enormous city did survive,And they were enemies: they met besideThe dying embers of an altar-placeWhere had been heap'd a mass of holy thingsFor an unholy usage; they rak'd up,And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton handsThe feeble ashes, and their feeble breathBlew for a little life, and made a flameWhich was a mockery; then they lifted upTheir eyes as it grew lighter, and beheldEach other's aspects-saw, and shriek'd, and died-Even of their mutual hideousness they died,Unknowing who he was upon whose browFamine had written Fiend. The world was void,The populous and the powerful was a lump,Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless-A lump of death-a chaos of hard clay.The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'dThey slept on the abyss without a surge-The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no needOf aid from them-She was the Universe. ~ George Gordon Byron,

39:Of course we do." Dresden's voice was cutting. "But you're thinking too small. Building humanity's greatest empire is like building the world's largest anthill. Insignificant. There is a civilization out there that built the protomolecule and hurled it at us over two billion years ago. They were already gods at that point. What have they become since then? With another two billion years to advance?" With a growing dread, Holden listened to Dresden speak. This speech had the air of something spoken before. Perhaps many times. And it had worked. It had convinced powerful people. It was why Protogen had stealth ships from the Earth shipyards and seemingly limitless behind-the-scenes support. "We have a terrifying amount of catching up to do, gentlemen," Dresden was saying. "But fortunately we have the tool of our enemy to use in doing it." "Catching up?" a soldier to Holden's left said. Dresden nodded at the man and smiled. "The protomolecule can alter the host organism at the molecular level; it can create genetic change on the fly. Not just DNA, but any stable replicatoR But it is only a machine. It doesn't think. It follows instructions. If we learn how to alter that programming, then we become the architects of that change." Holden interrupted. "If it was supposed to wipe out life on Earth and replace it with whatever the protomolecule's creators wanted, why turn it loose?" "Excellent question," Dresden said, holding up one finger like a college professor about to deliver a lecture. "The protomolecule doesn't come with a user's manual. In fact, we've never before been able to actually watch it carry out its program. The molecule requires significant mass before it develops enough processing power to fulfill its directives. Whatever they are." Dresden pointed at the screens covered with data around them. "We are going to watch it at work. See what it intends to do. How it goes about doing it. And, hopefully, learn how to change that program in the process." "You could do that with a vat of bacteria," Holden said. "I'm not interested in remaking bacteria," Dresden said. "You're fucking insane," Amos said, and took another step toward Dresden. Holden put a hand on the big mechanic's shoulder. "So," Holden said. "You figure out how the bug works, and then what?" "Then everything. Belters who can work outside a ship without wearing a suit. Humans capable of sleeping for hundreds of years at a time flying colony ships to the stars. No longer being bound to the millions of years of evolution inside one atmosphere of pressure at one g, slaves to oxygen and water. We decide what we want to be, and we reprogram ourselves to be that. That's what the protomolecule gives us." Dresden had stood back up as he'd delivered this speech, his face shining with the zeal of a prophet. "What we are doing is the best and only hope of humanity's survival. When we go out there, we will be facing gods." "And if we don't go out?" Fred asked. He sounded thoughtful. "They've already fired a doomsday weapon at us once," Dresden said. The room was silent for a moment. Holden felt his certainty slip. He hated everything about Dresden's argument, but he couldn't quite see his way past it. He knew in his bones that something about it was dead wrong, but he couldn't find the words. Naomi's voice startled him. "Did it convince them?" she asked. "Excuse me?" Dresden said. "The scientists. The technicians. Everyone you needed to make it happen. They actually had to do this. They had to watch the video of people dying all over Eros. They had to design those radioactive murder chambers. So unless you managed to round up every serial killer in the solar system and send them through a postgraduate program, how did you do this?" "We modified our science team to remove ethical restraints." Half a dozen clues clicked into place in Holden's head. ~ James S A Corey, Leviathan Wakes ,

*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***

1:Austin Bradford Hill, ~ Anonymous,

2:in the soil. She ~ Anne Hillerman,

3:Love requires Context. ~ Joe Hill,

4: Til Phillis ~ Emil Aarestrup,

5:All hail Discordia! ~ Gregory Hill,

6:schoolteacher. ~ Laura Hillenbrand,

7:ACTION THIS DAY ~ Winston Churchill,

8:Fuck narrative elegance. ~ Joe Hill,

9:Google Hangouts, ~ Robert J Shiller,

10:I know all the critics. ~ Dana Hill,

11:I'm a big hip hop fan. ~ Jonah Hill,

12:It would be a librarian. ~ Joe Hill,

13:The Looming Tower. ~ Jeremy Scahill,

14:Blood! Blast! And Fire ~ Stuart Hill,

15:... her best feature. ~ M K Schiller,

16:So long,Charley. ~ Laura Hillenbrand,

17:Do unto others, then run ~ Benny Hill,

18:FML. Fuck my life. ~ Jennifer Hillier,

19:Her snooch got all warm ~ Sandra Hill,

20:I am; I was. I want to be. ~ Joe Hill,

21:I'm such a technophobe. ~ Phillip Lim,

22:I toured with the Dead ~ M K Schiller,

23:My dog's a gentleman. ~ Todd Phillips,

24:Repulsion masks attraction ~ Joe Hill,

25:Snuffleupagus was real. No ~ Joe Hill,

26:Sofari sogoodi! ~ Winston S Churchill,

27:Sorrow is dangerous. ~ Kelly Barnhill,

28:We make our own destiny. ~ Susan Hill,

29:Action This Day! ~ Winston S Churchill,

30:Action This Day. ~ Winston S Churchill,

31:and the doors to Mid-World, ~ Joe Hill,

32:An old flame,” Harper said. ~ Joe Hill,

33:EVE:bite me chillie boy ~ Rachel Caine,

34:Everything is everything ~ Lauryn Hill,

35:He swung himself onto ~ Carly Phillips,

36:He wore the baseball cap ~ Sandra Hill,

37:I was quaking in my boots. ~ Lynn Hill,

38:Keep buggering on. ~ Winston Churchill,

39:Repulsion masks attraction. ~ Joe Hill,

40:windows. What he thought ~ Sandra Hill,

41:ecosystem than to educate ~ Sandra Hill,

42:I never had innocence. ~ Bijou Phillips,

43:Leaving Cahill now with ~ Daniel Judson,

44:man with a chinchilla beard ~ Anonymous,

45:Now the skies could fall ~ Lauryn Hill,

46:red hot chilli pepper. ~ Shalini Boland,

47:Safari, so goody. ~ Winston S Churchill,

48:Silbury Hill in Wiltshire ~ Bill Bryson,

49:All God's Chillun got Rhythm. ~ Gus Kahn,

50:Freedom is never very safe. ~ Annie Hill,

51:God helps the brave ~ Friedrich Schiller,

52:Humanity is worse than flies. ~ Joe Hill,

53:I can't stand whining. ~ Hillary Clinton,

54:I love crazy, gaudy bling. ~ Phillip Lim,

55:I'm no hillbilly singer. ~ Elvis Presley,

56:I was unbelievably lucky. ~ Wendy Hiller,

57:My dad was a great dad. ~ Bijou Phillips,

58:Never ever give up ~ Winston S Churchill,

59:Over hill and under hill ~ J R R Tolkien,

60:that good yet, but she did ~ Sandra Hill,

61:The Cahill girl is dead. ~ Sarwat Chadda,

62:You give before you get. ~ Napoleon Hill,

63:Because love requires context. ~ Joe Hill,

64:doctoral thesis? Don’t tell ~ Sandra Hill,

65:I felt dead and sick inside. ~ Susan Hill,

66:I see myself as an educator. ~ Anita Hill,

67:Snuffleupagus was real. ~ Joe Hill,

68:Jude had a private collection. ~ Joe Hill,

69:Keep buggering on.... ~ Winston Churchill,

70:LIBRARIES: WHERE SHHH HAPPENS. ~ Joe Hill,

71:Sunshine is my quest. ~ Winston Churchill,

72:The dead pull the living down. ~ Joe Hill,

73:These are great days. ~ Winston Churchill,

74:which Tante Lulu countered, ~ Sandra Hill,

75:beautiful space of dreams ~ Anne Hillerman,

76:Believe it and achieve it. ~ Napoleon Hill,

77:Hillary Clinton is a bigot. ~ Donald Trump,

78:How can you stop writing? ~ Tony Hillerman,

79:I'm a very independent woman. ~ Faith Hill,

80:I think science is real. ~ Hillary Clinton,

81:Life was cheap in war. ~ Laura Hillenbrand,

82:Remember the stone in her fist. ~ Joe Hill,

83:Sunshine always inspires me. ~ Judith Hill,

84:Achilles absent was Achilles still! ~ Homer,

85:Heroism was exhausting business. ~ Joe Hill,

86:Hillary Clinton's a fighter. ~ Donald Trump,

87:I got Moxie, I'm so damn foxy ~ Lauryn Hill,

88:I'm not such a public person. ~ Phillip Lim,

89:I'm sorry. I don't recall ~ Hillary Clinton,

90:Keep calm and carry on. ~ Winston Churchill,

91:Let optimists rule the world. ~ Lauryn Hill,

92:Music brings life to my soul. ~ Judith Hill,

93:Never trust a Cahill.” They ~ Gordon Korman,

94:Success is never final. ~ Winston Churchill,

95:The calm before the storm. ~ Carly Phillips,

96:Thorbjorn Christiansen, ~ Laura Hillenbrand,

97:Thus I grind to conclusion. ~ Geoffrey Hill,

98:Truth is the best defense. ~ Ward Churchill,

99:You can't win every week. ~ Caryl Churchill,

100:All babies look like me. ~ Winston Churchill,

101:by the pool in a bikini versus ~ Sierra Hill,

102:Climbing up on Solsbury Hill ~ Peter Gabriel,

103:Consequence is no coincidence. ~ Lauryn Hill,

104:Every secret is a wrinkle. ~ Arthur Phillips,

105:GOD BURNED ALIVE ONLY DEVILS NOW. ~ Joe Hill,

106:Go on,” he said when his blood ~ Sandra Hill,

107:HAMPTON HILLS CLASSES ~ Rachel Ren e Russell,

108:I believe God will make a way. ~ Lauryn Hill,

109:Ideas... they have the power ~ Napoleon Hill,

110:I do remember being young. ~ Hillary Clinton,

111:Intellect--brain force. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

112:It is always your next move. ~ Napoleon Hill,

113:It’s dark out, you autistic fuck. ~ Joe Hill,

114:Keep Calm and Carry On ~ Winston S Churchill,

115:language is no way to communicate ~ Joe Hill,

116:Never waste a good crisis. ~ Hillary Clinton,

117:The Second Birth of Frankenstein ~ Will Hill,

118:To improve is to change. ~ Winston Churchill,

119:Uphill, downhill, I like that. ~ Peter Sagan,

120:What a fool I have been! ~ Winston Churchill,

121:Writing is an adventure. ~ Winston Churchill,

122:You cannot know a wild thing. ~ Gin Phillips,

123:a bunch of Chelsea’s ~ Hillary Rodham Clinton,

124:Arson is almost as good as Prozac. ~ Joe Hill,

125:Capability means imagination. ~ Napoleon Hill,

126:Duty flows uphill and down.” He ~ Jim Butcher,

127:Fail to plan, plan to fail. ~ Hillary Clinton,

128:Green hills wash sunlight blue. ~ Mike Mullin,

129:I don't much like looking back. ~ Walter Hill,

130:I have always liked a challenge. ~ Damon Hill,

131:I just want to be more regular. ~ Steven Hill,

132:I'm so bored with it all. ~ Winston Churchill,

133:It looks ancient," - Amy Cahill ~ Jude Watson,

134:I want us to invest in you. ~ Hillary Clinton,

135:Keep calm and carry on. ~ Winston S Churchill,

136:Phillipians 4:13 for Pete's sake! ~ Jan Karon,

137:Scars are wisdom in disguise. ~ Napoleon Hill,

138:Tony Hillerman’s Navajoland, ~ Anne Hillerman,

139:Trump’s home in Beverly Hills ~ Michael Wolff,

140:Virtue is no empty echo. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

141:white with a big round head, ~ Tony Hillerman,

142:Your God is too Small ~ John Bertram Phillips,

143:call nine-one-one, or something. ~ Sandra Hill,

144:Christ, I’m so furious with you. ~ Joey W Hill,

145:Don't waste time mourning. Organize ~ Joe Hill,

146:Fear is faith in reverse gear. ~ Napoleon Hill,

147:Gay rights are human rights. ~ Hillary Clinton,

148:Hip-Hop started out in the heart ~ Lauryn Hill,

149:I get a great high from writing. ~ Walter Hill,

150:I have to defend my husband. ~ Hillary Clinton,

151:I'm not voting for Hillary Clinton. ~ Joe Heck,

152:It SMELLS ancient," - Dan Cahill ~ Jude Watson,

153:Jueves, 9 de septiembre de 2010 ~ Antonio Hill,

154:Never without a shilling in my purse. ~ Horace,

155:No one should waste a day. ~ Winston Churchill,

156:Sex...I enjoy it immensely ~ Winston Churchill,

157:she’d exposed her body, with all ~ Sandra Hill,

158:Tell me you came here for me. ~ Carly Phillips,

159:The coat adds +5 to all armor rolls ~ Joe Hill,

160:When youre young, youre stupid. ~ Wendy Hiller,

161:You're likable enough, Hillary. ~ Barack Obama,

162:Can we all just stop being dicks?! ~ Adam Hills,

163:Captain Phillips is a knockout. ~ Peter Travers,

164:Chill, sister golden hair." -Brian ~ Megan Hart,

165:coming to Hollyhill to visit my ~ Ann H Gabhart,

166:Far must thy researches go ~ Friedrich Schiller,

167:Her anger didn't have a fixed point. ~ Joe Hill,

168:her skin chilled while Gwyneth, ~ Jacki Delecki,

169:Hillary Clinton has no instinct. ~ Donald Trump,

170:Hillary Clinton is not a winner. ~ Donald Trump,

171:Hillary Clinton is not done yet. ~ John Podesta,

172:I feel an army in my fist. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

173:Mr. Martin and Mr. Rowan, ~ Winston S Churchill,

174:Never, never, never give up ~ Winston Churchill,

175:over, and backed out from ~ Hank Phillippi Ryan,

176:owned by some corporation that ~ Tony Hillerman,

177:Patience is sorrow's salve. ~ Winston Churchill,

178:Practical dreamers do not quit. ~ Napoleon Hill,

179:Si algo tenía el diablo, era tiempo. ~ Joe Hill,

180:There is no hope without risk. ~ Kelly Barnhill,

181:The sky was the color of a migraine. ~ Joe Hill,

182:...to win by one is enough. ~ Winston Churchill,

183:We become who we hang out with. ~ Napoleon Hill,

184:We regret mistakes were made. ~ Hillary Clinton,

185:Who does not grow, declines. ~ Hillel the Elder,

186:You become what you think about ~ Napoleon Hill,

187:Appearance rules the world. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

188:A sheep in sheep's clothing. ~ Winston Churchill,

189:Books were his Achilles heel. She ~ Stephen King,

190:face a bright red. Every- one else ~ Sandra Hill,

191:Gabrielle Union is my best friend. ~ Hill Harper,

192:I believe in delegating power. ~ Hillary Clinton,

193:I don't get star-struck at all. ~ Sally Phillips,

194:If you see bigotry, oppose it. ~ Hillary Clinton,

195:I'm such a happy, easygoing person. ~ Faith Hill,

196:It is uphill work writing books ~ Charles Darwin,

197:It was true. Heard it on Cronkite. ~ Nathan Hill,

198:I wasn't a great background singer. ~ Faith Hill,

199:life is earnest, art is gay ~ Friedrich Schiller,

200:Like shit, shame rolls downhill. If ~ Bren Brown,

201:Love is the outlaw's duty. ~ Jayne Anne Phillips,

202:Love is the reward of love. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

203:My heart is with Hillary Clinton. ~ Stevie Nicks,

204:My own apathy is bone chilling. ~ Lionel Shriver,

205:Never, never, never give up. ~ Winston Churchill,

206:Never play leapfrog with a unicorn. ~ Benny Hill,

207:People should and do trust me. ~ Hillary Clinton,

208:Praise a hill, but keepe below. ~ George Herbert,

209:seconds, a fresh pot perked on the ~ Sandra Hill,

210:Two's company, three's a couple. ~ Adam Phillips,

211:Water flows uphill towards money. ~ Marc Reisner,

212:we all need tragedy in our lives. ~ M K Schiller,

213:We'll make a bunker hill of it. ~ George Pickett,

214:A goal is a dream with a deadline ~ Napoleon Hill,

215:All wisdom is not new wisdom. ~ Winston Churchill,

216:Any chance I get, I will dance. ~ Hillary Clinton,

217:Everything worthwhile is uphill. ~ John C Maxwell,

218:Harper thought of Hillary Clinton. She ~ Joe Hill,

219:Hillary's [Clinton] not a fighter. ~ Donald Trump,

220:His face is smooth as cake fondant. ~ Nathan Hill,

221:I am my own heaven and hell! ~ Friedrich Schiller,

222:I am now me more than I ever was. ~ Jonathan Hill,

223:I believe in a zone of privacy. ~ Hillary Clinton,

224:I can still chase women, only downhill ~ Bob Hope,

225:I'm a home girl. I like to stay home ~ Faith Hill,

226:I'm cautious about a lot of words ~ James Hillman,

227:It helps me chill out and focus. ~ Susan Sarandon,

228:It's a long climb up Fools' Hill. ~ Marlon Brando,

229:Let me break it down for you again, ~ Lauryn Hill,

230:Life is earnest, art is gay. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

231:Mid-winter and meat locker chilly, ~ Laird Barron,

232:Out of resistance comes strength. ~ Napoleon Hill,

233:Plan you work and work your plan. ~ Napoleon Hill,

234:Silence is the purest form of harmony. ~ Joe Hill,

235:There is a secret hippie within me. ~ Phillip Lim,

236:This life is a process of learning. ~ Lauryn Hill,

237:Weep, for the light is dead. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

238:We need better police training. ~ Hillary Clinton,

239:When chill November's surly blast ~ Robert Burns,

240:Your associates can be priceless. ~ Napoleon Hill,

241:A goal is a dream with a deadline. ~ Napoleon Hill,

242:cheek, the one so disfigured by that ~ Sandra Hill,

243:Don't believe everything you hear today ~ Joe Hill,

244:He who fears God fears no man. ~ Leonard Ravenhill,

245:Hill, My uncle was a little put out ~ John Harwood,

246:Honest work deserves honest pay. ~ Hillary Clinton,

247:I believe in community policing. ~ Hillary Clinton,

248:If you see violence, condemn it. ~ Hillary Clinton,

249:I meet with people all day long. ~ Hillary Clinton,

250:I wish I had let myself be happier, ~ Heather Hill,

251:Knowledge is only potential power. ~ Napoleon Hill,

252:Man is an imitative creature. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

253:Maybe desire was best left unspoken. ~ Nathan Hill,

254:"Mr. Churchill you're drunk!" ~ Winston Churchill,

255:Never, never, never give in! ~ Winston S Churchill,

256:Never, never, never give up. ~ Winston S Churchill,

257:Parties are a cruel kind of fun. ~ Caryl Churchill,

258:People are great across America. ~ Hillary Clinton,

259:Poetry is a big space and I love it. ~ Selima Hill,

260:Real religion is no religion at all. ~ Lauryn Hill,

261:Settle down, it'll all be clear ~ Phillip Phillips,

262:Stubbornness is not firmness. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

263:the Breauxs, and she was, after all, ~ Sandra Hill,

264:Tis an ill wind that blows no minds ~ Gregory Hill,

265:To save all we must risk all. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

266:Unpunctuality is a vile habit. ~ Winston Churchill,

267:Without ships, we cannot live. ~ Winston Churchill,

268:women there, you would have a chance ~ Sandra Hill,

269:You got to go along to get along. ~ Hillary Jordan,

270:You have to be true to yourself. ~ Hillary Clinton,

271:Ah, to that far distant strand ~ Friedrich Schiller,

272:A joke is a very serious thing. ~ Winston Churchill,

273:American leadership is essential. ~ Hillary Clinton,

274:And he paddled away in his douche canoe. ~ Joe Hill,

275:Anything that is not growing is dead. ~ Lauryn Hill,

276:Boredom has always been a problem. ~ Edmund Hillary,

277:Chilli dawgs always bark at night. ~ Lewis Grizzard,

278:Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles! ~ P C Cast,

279:Dare to be wrong and to dream. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

280:Doch zittre vor der langsamen, ~ Friedrich Schiller,

281:Do I sound like a hillbilly saying that? ~ A J Finn,

282:Dynamism is a function of change. ~ Hillary Clinton,

283:Enough is as good as a feast. ~ Winston S Churchill,

284:Even fools are right sometimes. ~ Winston Churchill,

285:Eventually, all debts must be repaid. ~ Nathan Hill,

286:God to me is the universe unfolding. ~ Jan Phillips,

287:Great souls endure in silence. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

288:Great souls suffer in silence. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

289:here. “I thought it was too dangerous ~ Sandra Hill,

290:Hillary Clinton hasn't created a job. ~ George Will,

291:Hypocrites always wanna play innocent ~ Lauryn Hill,

292:I am better than my reputation ~ Friedrich Schiller,

293:Indecision is the seedling of fear. ~ Napoleon Hill,

294:It hurts to be torn apart. ~ Hillary Rodham Clinton,

295:It was a chilly sensation, growing up. ~ Ian McEwan,

296:It was not war, it was murder. ~ Daniel Harvey Hill,

297:I was hopeless, now I'm on Hope Road. ~ Lauryn Hill,

298:kill not only men, but ideas. ~ Winston S Churchill,

299:Misanthropy is a slow suicide. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

300:Naughty Bits Part III Bound to Please ~ Joey W Hill,

301:OMIGOSH JONAH WIZARD!" -Amy Cahill ~ Jude Watson,

302:Perfectionism spells paralysis. ~ Winston Churchill,

303:Sinn Fein,’ ‘Ourselves alone, ~ Winston S Churchill,

304:Use the hills to get stronger! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,

305:wearily, annoyed by her intrusion into ~ Casey Hill,

306:What you think, so you will become. ~ Napoleon Hill,

307:Wisdom is better than silver and gold ~ Lauryn Hill,

308:Writing a book is an adventure. ~ Winston Churchill,

309:You'll have pie in the sky when you die. ~ Joe Hill,

310:You’re so adorable when you’re nautical, ~ Joe Hill,

311:You want sympathy, go fuck James Taylor. ~ Joe Hill,

312:A change is as good as a rest. ~ Winston S Churchill,

313:A joke's a very serious thing. ~ Winston S Churchill,

314:All the great things are simple. ~ Winston Churchill,

315:Art is the daughter of freedom. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

316:As culpas não se expiam, carregam-se! ~ Antonio Hill,

317:Deaf rage that hears no leader. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

318:Dreams are the seedlings of reality. ~ Napoleon Hill,

319:enemies, obstacles, puzzles, or traps. ~ Nathan Hill,

320:Fail to plan, plan to fail. ~ Hillary Rodham Clinton,

321:Faith is taking God at His Word. ~ Leonard Ravenhill,

322:False fancy brings real misery. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

323:Fear is the tool of a man-made devil ~ Napoleon Hill,

324:Freedom exists only with power. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

325:handling my ash is verboten right now. ~ Sandra Hill,

326:I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME ~ Lauryn Hill,

327:I hope I shall never see the day ~ Winston Churchill,

328:I'll get involved in philanthropy. ~ Hillary Clinton,

329:I play my enemies like a game of chess ~ Lauryn Hill,

330:I think I'm chronically exhausted. ~ Hillary Clinton,

331:It takes a habit to replace a habit. ~ Napoleon Hill,

332:I was a baseball fan, at any rate. ~ Hillary Clinton,

333:King Phillip and his Queen Rosemary ~ Kate DiCamillo,

334:My work was entirely nonfiction. ~ Laura Hillenbrand,

335:No no no no no. RIP Phillip Hughes. ~ Adam Gilchrist,

336:Riches begin in the form of thought. ~ Napoleon Hill,

337:...sin, which was another word for 'live. ~ Joe Hill,

338:Subject has the variety of life. ~ Walter J Phillips,

339:teeming with inebriated ants. In ~ Laura Hillenbrand,

340:The explorer is the person who is lost. ~ Tim Cahill,

341:The first great law is to obey. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

342:There is no solitude in nature. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

343:Thy will, not ours, be done. ~ Grace Livingston Hill,

344:Train our children to love God. ~ Daniel Harvey Hill,

345:Wars are not won by evacuations. ~ Winston Churchill,

346:We must bear what Heaven sends. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

347:Women have to support other women. ~ Hillary Clinton,

348:You make mountains out of molehills. ~ Arthur Miller,

349:A joke is a very serious thing. ~ Winston S Churchill,

350:Art is the right hand of Nature. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

351:Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies. ~ Joe Hill,

352:Dignity is for people who have options. We ~ Joe Hill,

353:Failure cannot cope with persistence. ~ Napoleon Hill,

354:Find what brings you joy and go there. ~ Jan Phillips,

355:Gay rights are human rights. ~ Hillary Rodham Clinton,

356:Getting old is no way to stop being young. ~ Joe Hill,

357:Gray hairs are death's blossoms. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

358:I can stick uphill ice, on my saucer ~ Shane McConkey,

359:If not you, who? If not now, when? ~ Hillel the Elder,

360:I get out, I get out of all your boxes. ~ Lauryn Hill,

361:I had an economic system imposed on me. ~ Lauryn Hill,

362:I know you don't wanna hear my opinion, ~ Lauryn Hill,

363:I pay for everything I'm proposing. ~ Hillary Clinton,

364:I ran very fast in the wrong direction. ~ Lauryn Hill,

365:It's very hard to know what wisdom is ~ James Hillman,

366:Like a dart the present glances, ~ Friedrich Schiller,

367:Miscommunication leads to complication. ~ Lauryn Hill,

368:Never underestimate those who you scar. ~ Lauryn Hill,

369:No one can keep you down but yourself ~ Napoleon Hill,

370:O God, how lovely still is life! ~ Friedrich Schiller,

371:on hers; And finally, Andy Cahill, who ~ Tara Dairman,

372:O tender yearning, sweet hoping! ~ Friedrich Schiller,

373:Platonic England, house of solitudes, ~ Geoffrey Hill,

374:Racial inequality is a big problem. ~ Hillary Clinton,

375:She’s talking about cutting a bitch. She’d ~ Joe Hill,

376:Some day I'm going to climb Everest. ~ Edmund Hillary,

377:Sometimes we act in order not to see. ~ James Hillman,

378:Teachers today can't take to a child. ~ James Hillman,

379:The function, what a nice form! ~ Achille Castiglioni,

380:The Hillbillies made themselves a fort. ~ Bobby Adair,

381:The hills climbed sunward to the sun.  ~ Thomas Wolfe,

382:the pungent spill a neat tiny hill. ~ Teresa Driscoll,

383:The successful leader must be willing ~ Napoleon Hill,

384:Transgression is a quest for solitude ~ Adam Phillips,

385:Wage Du zu irren und zu träumen! ~ Friedrich Schiller,

386:We are the masters of our fate. ~ Winston S Churchill,

387:Well, what do you know? Fakespeare! ~ Hillary DePiano,

388:You can do it if you believe you can. ~ Napoleon Hill,

389:Chill out, relax and have an open mind. ~ George Noory,

390:Enthusiasm is the great hill-climber. ~ Elbert Hubbard,

391:Every child needs a champion. ~ Hillary Rodham Clinton,

392:Faith is the head chemist of the mind. ~ Napoleon Hill,

393:Fear is a huge thing for older people. ~ James Hillman,

394:Go with a demon? I don’t think so. ~ Phillip W Simpson,

395:Habits are first cobwebs, then cables. ~ Napoleon Hill,

396:He was as tall as Lincoln and just as dead. ~ Joe Hill,

397:History is written by the victors. ~ Winston Churchill,

398:If you see a bully, stand up to him. ~ Hillary Clinton,

399:I have enjoyed earthly happiness, ~ Friedrich Schiller,

400:I like a brother that cuts to the chase. ~ Lauryn Hill,

401:I like Toronto; the people are really chill. ~ Rihanna,

402:I'm a normal teen-ager except for my size. ~ Dana Hill,

403:Innocence has a friend in heaven. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

404:I tend not to look back. It's confusing. ~ Walter Hill,

405:It's funny how money change a situation. ~ Lauryn Hill,

406:It takes a village to raise a child. ~ Hillary Clinton,

407:I've always wanted to do a boxing movie. ~ Walter Hill,

408:I wish I had more time to write. ~ Jayne Anne Phillips,

409:Just washed, How chill The white leeks! ~ Matsuo Basho,

410:Letting go is easy: it's all downhill. ~ Lauren Oliver,

411:Loud threats often indicate deep fears ~ Napoleon Hill,

412:Love can sun the realms of night. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

413:Love to learn—hate to be taught. ~ Winston S Churchill,

414:Magic and madness are link after all. ~ Kelly Barnhill,

415:Make ducks and drakes with shillings. ~ George Chapman,

416:My kids think I'm old and over the hill. ~ Simon Baker,

417:Nobody else gets all of me. Only you. ~ Carly Phillips,

418:Nothing is won without enthusiasm. ~ Winston Churchill,

419:Out of the frying pan and into the Fireman. ~ Joe Hill,

420:Prince Achilles! Aristos Achaion! As ~ Madeline Miller,

421:Stern is the visage of necessity. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

422:The blues is a low down achin' chill. ~ Robert Johnson,

423:The last thing I think is: Achilles. ~ Madeline Miller,

424:The mythic city of al-Qahira. Cairo. ~ Franck Thilliez,

425:There are bitter weeds in England. ~ Winston Churchill,

426:The universe is a thought of God. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

427:The will of man is his happiness. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

428:Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill. ~ Robin S Sharma,

429:understood—heroism was exhausting business. ~ Joe Hill,

430:Until I'm over the hill and over the hump; ~ Aceyalone,

431:When women thrive, economies thrive. ~ Hillary Clinton,

432:Will it, and set to work briskly. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

433:A fearless man thrives on far horizons. ~ Napoleon Hill,

434:And, dammit, I want to be extraordinary! ~ Heather Hill,

435:As estimated, you died. Things marched, ~ Geoffrey Hill,

436:At least I have a plan to fight ISIS. ~ Hillary Clinton,

437:Death and ruin is man's preferred ecosystem. ~ Joe Hill,

438:even sure I heard the music. Maybe you ~ Tony Hillerman,

439:Fear of death is worse than dying. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

440:He’s got very broad shoulders, you know. ~ Heather Hill,

441:He who kisses girl on hillside is not level ~ Confucius,

442:Hillary Clinton doesn't know how to win. ~ Donald Trump,

443:His saying was: live and let live. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

444:I actually enjoy comedy; it's a lot of fun. ~ Dule Hill,

445:I believe in America, and I still do. ~ Hillary Clinton,

446:I don't feel particularly courageous. ~ Hillary Clinton,

447:I don't know why 'happy' can't be a story. ~ Faith Hill,

448:I feel that I am a man of destiny. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

449:Indeed, at times it's best to shut up. ~ Phillip Lopate,

450:I think we need a big national dance. ~ Hillary Clinton,

451:It should never be a crime to be gay. ~ Hillary Clinton,

452:It's like a fairy tale. . . on crack! ~ Hillary DePiano,

453:it was easier to just be something else ~ Safia Elhillo,

454:Joy is the mainspring in the whole ~ Friedrich Schiller,

455:Life's not fair. It's only short. ~ Hank Phillippi Ryan,

456:Men who love the Stones are fixated on cock. ~ Joe Hill,

457:Modest humility is beauty's crown. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

458:My mind is my Achilles's Heel." - The Tick ~ Ben Edlund,

459:Nations warred over anthills and pride. ~ Peter Tieryas,

460:need for a younger, less sophisticated ~ Tony Hillerman,

461:Never be afraid of not knowing. Find out. ~ Lauryn Hill,

462:Never, ever ever ever ever give up. ~ Winston Churchill,

463:Never let a good crisis go to waste ~ Winston Churchill,

464:On the mountains there is freedom! ~ Friedrich Schiller,

465:Pain is short, and joy is eternal. ~ Friedrich Schiller,

466:Quit murdering and start arguing. ~ Winston S Churchill,

467:Socialism would gather all power to ~ Winston Churchill,

468:Sorrow is brief but joy is endless ~ Friedrich Schiller,

469:The empire of Saturnus is gone by; ~ Friedrich Schiller,

470:The reservist is twice the citizen. ~ Winston Churchill,

471:The Return of the Prodigal Son ~ Hillary Rodham Clinton,

472:The self-righteous never apologize. ~ Leonard Ravenhill,

473:The sun in my life, it is gone, it is gone ~ Adam Hills,

474:To make a mountain out of a mole-hill. ~ Havelock Ellis,

475:Winners never quit, quitters never win. ~ Napoleon Hill,

476:World history is the world's court ~ Friedrich Schiller,

477:You [Hillary Clinton] are the puppet! ~ Hillary Clinton,

478:You never have to advertise a fire. ~ Leonard Ravenhill,

479:You write to find out what you believe. ~ Adam Phillips,

480:A bruised silence descended on the van. ~ Hillary Jordan,

481:Âlimle gezen aziz, cahille gezen zelil olur. ~ Anonymous,

482:apartment, stole your ID, could have bloody ~ Casey Hill,

483:A shilling life will give you all the facts. ~ W H Auden,

484:A story? Fine. I will tell you a story. ~ Kelly Barnhill,

485:Believe in poverty and you will be poor. ~ Napoleon Hill,

486:By seeing differently, we do differently ~ James Hillman,

487:Christianity is Christ plus nothing! ~ Leonard Ravenhill,

488:country bumps into the Jicarilla Apache ~ Tony Hillerman,

489:First you get a habit, then it gets you. ~ Napoleon Hill,

490:Get a spoonful of this, motherfuckers. Harper ~ Joe Hill,

491:glad he had not been the one to deliver the ~ Casey Hill,

492:I became the messenger who had to be killed ~ Anita Hill,

493:I'd rather be right than consistent. ~ Winston Churchill,

494:I'm dreaming of great things and doing them ~ Donna Hill,

495:I'm very competitive but in a very nice way ~ Faith Hill,

496:It's like the past has poisoned the present. ~ Will Hill,

497:Let’s love ourselves, then we can’t fail, ~ Lauryn Hill,

498:Men give advice; God gives guidance. ~ Leonard Ravenhill,

499:minor magics meant to amuse and entertain. ~ Joey W Hill,

500:Nature will not be admired by proxy. ~ Winston Churchill,

--- IN CHAPTERS (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)

100

   16 Occultism
   8 Philosophy
   5 Christianity
   2 Yoga
   2 Integral Yoga
   1 Kabbalah
   1 Integral Theory
   1 Hinduism


   20 Sri Aurobindo
   16 Aleister Crowley
   10 The Mother
   8 Sri Ramakrishna
   6 Sri Ramana Maharshi
   5 Aldous Huxley
   4 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   4 Jorge Luis Borges
   3 Friedrich Nietzsche
   2 Swami Sivananda Saraswati
   2 Satprem
   2 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   2 Jorge Luis Borges


   29 Savitri
   14 Magick Without Tears
   14 Collected Poems
   11 The Divine Comedy
   10 The Mothers Agenda
   10 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   9 The Secret Of The Veda
   9 Talks
   7 The Bible
   6 Walden
   6 The Secret Doctrine
   5 The Perennial Philosophy
   4 The Life Divine
   4 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   3 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   3 Hymns to the Mystic Fire
   3 A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah
   2 Twilight of the Idols
   2 Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   2 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   2 Selected Fictions
   2 Poetics
   2 Liber ABA
   2 Knowledge of the Higher Worlds
   2 Isha Upanishad
   2 Essays In Philosophy And Yoga

0.05_-_The_Synthesis_of_the_Systems, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   In psychological fact this method translates itself into the progressive surrender of the ego with its whole field and all its apparatus to the Beyond-ego with its vast and incalculable but always inevitable workings. Certainly, this is no short cut or easy sadhana. It requires a colossal faith, an absolute courage and above all an unflinching patience. For it implies three stages of which only the last can be wholly blissful or rapid, - the attempt of the ego to enter into contact with the Divine, the wide, full and therefore laborious preparation of the whole lower Nature by the divine working to receive and become the higher Nature, and the eventual transformation. In fact, however, the divine   Strength, often unobserved and behind the veil, substitutes itself for our weakness and supports us through all our failings of faith, courage and patience. It "makes the blind to see and the lame to stride over the Hills." The intellect becomes aware of a Law that beneficently insists and a succour that upholds; the heart speaks of a Master of all things and Friend of man or a universal Mother who upholds through all stumblings. Therefore this path is at once the most difficult imaginable and yet, in comparison with the magnitude of its effort and object, the most easy and sure of all.

01.01_-_The_Symbol_Dawn, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   The wide-winged hymn of a great priestly wind   Arose and failed upon the altar Hills;   The high boughs prayed in a revealing sky.

01.02_-_The_Issue, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga     Were the spectators of that mighty strife.     Around her were the austere sky-pointing Hills,     And the green murmurous broad deep-thoughted woods

01.04_-_The_Secret_Knowledge, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   And, impassive to earth's din and startled cry,   Return to the silence of the Hills of God;   As lightning leaps, as thunder sweeps, they pass

02.06_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Greater_Life, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   She carries crucified God upon her breast.   In cHill insentient depths where joy is none,   Immured, oppressed by the resisting Void

02.07_-_The_Descent_into_Night, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga     That bore black fruit of suffering, death and bale.     Out of the cHill steppes of a bleak Unseen     Invisible, wearing the Night's grey mask,   --     A darkness grim and cold benumbed his flesh,     A whispered grey suggestion cHilled his heart;     Haled by a serpent-force from its warm home

02.08_-_The_World_of_Falsehood,_the_Mother_of_Evil_and_the_Sons_of_Darkness, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Sitting on Death who swallows all things born.   A cHill fixed face with dire and motionless eyes,   Her dreadful trident in her shadowy hand   --   Overshadowing earth with its huge body of Doom   It cHilled the heavens with the menace of a face.   A nameless Power, a shadowy Will arose   --   Each stone was a keen edge of ruthless force   And glued with the cHilled blood from tortured breasts;   The dry gnarled trees stood up like dying men   --   The heart-beats of its fatal loneliness.   Above was a cHill deaf eternity.   In vague tremendous passages of Doom

02.09_-_The_Paradise_of_the_Life-Gods, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   A summit and core of all that marvellous world,   Apart stood high Elysian nameless Hills,   Burning like sunsets in a trance of eve.

02.12_-_The_Heavens_of_the_Ideal, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Towards some gold Infinite's apocalypse.   A thunder rolling mid the Hills of God,   Tireless, severe is their tremendous Voice:

02.14_-_The_World-Soul, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   There was a strange spiritual scenery,   A loveliness of lakes and streams and Hills,   A flow, a fixity in a soul-space,

04.01_-_The_Birth_and_Childhood_of_the_Flame, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Moving when feet of the Immortals pass,   A fiery halo over sleeping Hills,   A strange and starry head alone in Night

04.04_-_The_Quest, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   And wind-stirred grass-lands winking in the sun:   Or mid green musing of woods and rough-browed Hills,   In the grove's murmurous bee-air humming wild   --   World-naked hermits with their matted hair   Immobile as the passionless great Hills   Around them grouped like thoughts of some vast mood   --   Abode ungrieved by the insistent days.   About them like green trees girdling a Hill   Young grave disciples fashioned by their touch,   --   Impassive she lay as at an age's end,   Or crossed an eager pack of huddled Hills   Lifting their heads to hunt a lairlike sky,

05.01_-_The_Destined_Meeting-Place, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   At the end reclined a stern and giant tract   Of tangled depths and solemn questioning Hills,   Peaks like a bare austerity of the soul,

05.02_-_Satyavan, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Impartially to people its treasure-house   Along with sky and flower and Hill and star,   Dwelt rather on the bright harmonious scene.

05.03_-_Satyavan_and_Savitri, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Turns, looking back towards the southern heavens,   And leans its flank upon the musing Hills.

06.01_-_The_Word_of_Fate, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Bringst thou this glory of enchanted eyes?   Earth has gold-hued expanses, shadowy Hills   That cowl their dreaming phantom heads in night,   --   Far-melodied, rapid and grand, a Centaur's song,   Or soft as water plashing mid the Hills,   Or mighty as a great chant of many winds.   --   On the borders of a dreaming wilderness   Mid Shalwa's giant Hills and brooding woods   In his thatched hermitage Dyumatsena dwells,   --   Or Coilas or Vaicountha's starry stair:   Abrupt, jagged Hills only the mighty climb   Are here where few dare even think to rise;   Far voices call down from the dizzy rocks,   CHill, slippery, precipitous are the paths.      --   Uncovered by the morning to delight,   A green tangle of trees upon a happy Hill   Made into a murmuring nest by southern winds,

06.02_-_The_Way_of_Fate_and_the_Problem_of_Pain, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   That rang like a sanction to the call of death   And came like a cHill close to life and hope.

07.01_-_The_Joy_of_Union;_the_Ordeal_of_the_Foreknowledge, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Looked up at her from a vast indolence:   Hills wallowing in a bright haze, large lands   That lolled at ease beneath the summer heavens,

07.02_-_The_Parable_of_the_Search_for_the_Soul, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   But holding back her troubled rebel heart,   Abrupt, erect and strong, calm like a Hill,   Surmounting the seas of mortal ignorance,

07.03_-_The_Entry_into_the_Inner_Countries, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   As if around a high and voiceless isle   A clamour of waters from far unknown Hills   Swallowed its narrow banks in crowding waves

07.04_-_The_Triple_Soul-Forces, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Left naked of my own humanity   In the cHill vast of the spirit's boundlessness.

07.05_-_The_Finding_of_the_Soul, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   There was felt a blissful nearness to the goal;   Heaven leaned low to kiss the sacred Hill,   The air trembled with passion and delight.   --   And, covered from mind's view and life's approach,   The mystic cavern in the sacred Hill   And knew the dwelling of her secret soul.

07.06_-_Nirvana_and_the_Discovery_of_the_All-Negating_Absolute, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   A cosmic film of scenes and images:   The enduring mass and outline of the Hills   Was a design sketched on a silent mind

08.03_-_Death_in_the_Forest, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Near her she felt a silent shade immense   CHilling the noon with darkness for its back.

09.01_-_Towards_the_Black_Void, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga      Then, to that cHill sere heavy line arrived   Where his feet touched the shadowy marches' brink,

09.02_-_The_Journey_in_Eternal_Night_and_the_Voice_of_the_Darkness, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness   AWHILE on the cHill dreadful edge of Night   All stood as if a world were doomed to die

10.01_-_The_Dream_Twilight_of_the_Ideal, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Even while it grew, it seemed unreal there,   Yet haunted Nihil's cHill stupendous realm,   Unquenchable, perpetual, lonely, null,   --   Carved by an anguish of divine endeavour   They stand up sculptured on the eternal Hills,

10.03_-_The_Debate_of_Love_and_Death, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   A sceptic facing Light with adamant No   Or cHilling the heart with dry ironic smile,   A cynic stamping out the god in man;   --   And the vigil of the dream-light of the stars,   Amid high meditating heads of Hills,   On the bosom of voluptuous rain-kissed earth   --   Are we not they who bore vast solitude   Seated upon the Hills alone with God?   Why dost thou vainly strive with me, O Death,

10.04_-_The_Dream_Twilight_of_the_Earthly_Real, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Their giant wills compel the troubled years.   The wise are tranquil; silent the great Hills   Rise ceaselessly towards their unreached sky,   --   Oceans of an immortal luminousness,   Flame-Hills assaulting heaven with their peaks,   There dwelling all becomes a blaze of sight;

1.00_-_Main, #Book of Certitude, #Baha u llah, #Baha i      Thou speakest false! By God! What thou dost possess is naught but husks which We have left to thee as bones are left to dogs. By the righteousness of the one true God! Were anyone to wash the feet of all mankind, and were he to worship God in the forests, valleys, and mountains, upon high Hills and lofty peaks, to leave no rock or tree, no clod of earth, but was a witness to his worship-yet, should the fragrance of My good pleasure not be inhaled from him, his works would never be acceptable unto God. Thus hath it been decreed by Him Who is the Lord of all. How many a man hath secluded himself in the climes of India, denied himself the things that God hath decreed as lawful, imposed upon himself austerities and mortifications, and hath not been remembered by God, the Revealer of Verses. Make not your deeds as snares wherewith to entrap the object of your aspiration, and deprive not yourselves of this Ultimate Objective for which have ever yearned all such as have drawn nigh unto God. Say: The very life of all deeds is My good pleasure, and all things depend upon Mine acceptance. Read ye the Tablets that ye may know what hath been purposed in the Books of God, the All-Glorious, the Ever-Bounteous. He who attaineth to My love hath title to a throne of gold, to sit thereon in honour over all the world; he who is deprived thereof, though he sit upon the dust, that dust would seek refuge with God, the Lord of all Religions.

1.00_-_PREFACE, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga   we will go there helmeted and mechanized, and it will not change a thing for us; we will find ourselves exactly as we are now: helpless children in the face of death, living beings who are not too sure how they live, why they are alive, or where they are going. On the earth, as we know, the times of Cortez and Pizarro are over; one and the same pervasive Mechanism stifles us: the trap is closing inexorably. But, as always, it turns out that our bleakest adversities are also our most promising opportunities, and that the dark passage is only a passage leading to a greater light. Hence, with our backs against the wall, we are facing the last territory left for us to explore, the ultimate adventure: ourselves.   Indeed, there are plenty of simple and obvious signs. This decade's [the 60's] most important phenomenon is not the trip to the moon, but the "trips" on drugs, the student restlessness throughout the world, and the great hippie migration. But where could they possibly go? There is no more room on the teeming beaches, no more room on the crowded roads, no more room in the ever-expanding antHills of our cities. We have to find a way out elsewhere.   But there are many kinds of "elsewheres." Those of drugs are uncertain and fraught with danger, and above all they depend upon an outer agent; an experience ought to be possible at will, anywhere, at the grocery store as well as in the solitude of one's room otherwise it is not an experience but an anomaly or an enslavement. Those of psychoanalysis are limited, for the moment, to the dimly lit caves of the "unconscious," and most importantly, they lack the agency of consciousness, through which a person can be in full control, instead of being an impotent witness or a sickly patient. Those of religion may be more enlightened, but they too depend upon a god or a dogma; for the most part they confine us in one type of experience, for it is just as

1.01_-_Appearance_and_Reality, #The Problems of Philosophy, #Bertrand Russell, #Philosophy      The same thing applies to the texture. With the naked eye one can see the grain, but otherwise the table looks smooth and even. If we looked at it through a microscope, we should see roughnesses and Hills and valleys, and all sorts of differences that are imperceptible to the naked eye. Which of these is the 'real' table? We are naturally tempted to say that what we see through the microscope is more real, but that in turn would be changed by a still more powerful microscope. If, then, we cannot trust what we see with the naked eye, why should we trust what we see through a microscope? Thus, again, the confidence in our senses with which we began deserts us.

1.01_-_Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy      So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express! I well-nigh sunk all my capital in it, and lost my own breath into the bargain, running in the face of it. If it had concerned either of the political parties, depend upon it, it would have appeared in the Gazette with the earliest intelligence. At other times watching from the observatory of some cliff or tree, to telegraph any new arrival; or waiting at evening on the Hill-tops for the sky to fall, that I might catch something, though I never caught much, and that, manna-wise, would dissolve again in the sun.      --   Old Johnson, in his Wonder-Working Providence, speaking of the first settlers of this town, with whom he was contemporary, tells us that   they burrow themselves in the earth for their first shelter under some Hillside, and, casting the soil aloft upon timber, they make a smoky fire against the earth, at the highest side. They did not provide them houses, says he, till the earth, by the Lords blessing, brought forth bread to feed them, and the first years crop was so light that   they were forced to cut their bread very thin for a long season. The secretary of the Province of New Netherland, writing in Dutch, in 1650, for the information of those who wished to take up land there, states more particularly that those in New Netherland, and especially in New   --      Near the end of March, 1845, I borrowed an axe and went down to the woods by Walden Pond, nearest to where I intended to build my house, and began to cut down some tall, arrowy white pines, still in their youth, for timber. It is difficult to begin without borrowing, but perhaps it is the most generous course thus to permit your fellow-men to have an interest in your enterprise. The owner of the axe, as he released his hold on it, said that it was the apple of his eye; but I returned it sharper than I received it. It was a pleasant Hillside where I worked, covered with pine woods, through which I looked out on the pond, and a small open field in the woods where pines and hickories were springing up. The ice in the pond was not yet dissolved, though there were some open spaces, and it was all dark colored and saturated with water. There were some slight flurries of snow during the days that I worked there; but for the most part when I came out on to the railroad, on my way home, its yellow sand heap stretched away gleaming in the hazy atmosphere, and the rails shone in the spring sun, and I heard the lark and pewee and other birds already come to commence another year with us. They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of mans discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself. One day, when my axe had come off and I had cut a green hickory for a wedge, driving it with a stone, and had placed the whole to soak in a pond hole in order to swell the wood, I saw a striped snake run into the water, and he lay on the bottom, apparently without inconvenience, as long as I stayed there, or more than a quarter of an hour; perhaps because he had not yet fairly come out of the torpid state. It appeared to me that for a like reason men remain in their present low and primitive condition; but if they should feel the influence of the spring of springs arousing them, they would of necessity rise to a higher and more ethereal life.      --      I dug my cellar in the side of a Hill sloping to the south, where a woodchuck had formerly dug his burrow, down through sumach and blackberry roots, and the lowest stain of vegetation, six feet square by seven deep, to a fine sand where potatoes would not freeze in any winter. The sides were left shelving, and not stoned; but the sun having never shone on them, the sand still keeps its place. It was but two hours work. I took particular pleasure in this breaking of ground, for in almost all latitudes men dig into the earth for an equable temperature. Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth. The house is still but a sort of porch at the entrance of a burrow.         At length, in the beginning of May, with the help of some of my acquaintances, rather to improve so good an occasion for neighborliness than from any necessity, I set up the frame of my house. No man was ever more honored in the character of his raisers than I. They are destined, I trust, to assist at the raising of loftier structures one day. I began to occupy my house on the 4th of July, as soon as it was boarded and roofed, for the boards were carefully feather-edged and lapped, so that it was perfectly impervious to rain; but before boarding I laid the foundation of a chimney at one end, bringing two cartloads of stones up the Hill from the pond in my arms. I built the chimney after my hoeing in the fall, before a fire became necessary for warmth, doing my cooking in the mean while out of doors on the ground, early in the morning: which mode I still think is in some respects more convenient and agreeable than the usual one. When it stormed before my bread was baked, I fixed a few boards over the fire, and sat under them to watch my loaf, and passed some pleasant hours in that way. In those days, when my hands were much employed, I read but little, but the least scraps of paper which lay on the ground, my holder, or tablecloth, afforded me as much entertainment, in fact answered the same purpose as the Iliad.      --      For more than five years I maintained myself thus solely by the labor of my hands, and I found, that by working about six weeks in a year, I could meet all the expenses of living. The whole of my winters, as well as most of my summers, I had free and clear for study. I have thoroughly tried school-keeping, and found that my expenses were in proportion, or rather out of proportion, to my income, for I was obliged to dress and train, not to say think and believe, accordingly, and I lost my time into the bargain. As I did not teach for the good of my fellow-men, but simply for a livelihood, this was a failure. I have tried trade; but I found that it would take ten years to get under way in that, and that then I should probably be on my way to the devil. I was actually afraid that I might by that time be doing what is called a good business. When formerly I was looking about to see what I could do for a living, some sad experience in conforming to the wishes of friends being fresh in my mind to tax my ingenuity, I thought often and seriously of picking huckleberries; that surely I could do, and its small profits might suffice,for my greatest skill has been to want but little,so little capital it required, so little distraction from my wonted moods, I foolishly thought. While my acquaintances went unhesitatingly into trade or the professions, I contemplated this occupation as most like theirs; ranging the Hills all summer to pick the berries which came in my way, and thereafter carelessly dispose of them; so, to keep the flocks of Admetus. I also dreamed that I might gather the wild herbs, or carry evergreens to such villagers as loved to be reminded of the woods, even to the city, by hay-cart loads. But I have since learned that trade curses everything it handles; and though you trade in messages from heaven, the whole curse of trade attaches to the business.      --      But patterns only, such as Hercules,      AcHilles, Theseus. Back to thy loathd cell;      And when thou seest the new enlightened sphere,

1.01_-_Historical_Survey, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism   Rabbis and Christian ecclesiastics prior to the thirteenth century. Ginsburg in his Kabbalah gives several reasons why the Zohar must have been written in the thirteenth century. His arguments, though interesting in numerous ways, do not take into consideration the fact that there has always been an oral tradition. Isaac Myer, in his large and in a number of ways authoritative tome entitled The   Qabalah, analyses very carefully these objections advanced by Ginsburg and others, and I am bound to confess that his answers, ad seriatim, confute this theory of the thir- teenth-century origin of the Zohar. Dr. S. M. ScHiller-   Szinessy, one-time Reader in Rabbinic and Talmudic literature at Cambridge, says : " The nucleus of the book is of Mishnic times. Rabbi Shimeon ben Yochai was the author of the Zohar in the same sense that Rabbi Yohanan was the author of the Palestinian Talmud ; i.e., he gave the first impulse to the composition of the book." And I find that Mr. Arthur Edward Waite in his scholarly and classic work The Holy Kaballah, wherein he examines most of the arguments concerning the origin and history of this

1.01_-_How_is_Knowledge_Of_The_Higher_Worlds_Attained?, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Occultism    p. 22    and applies equally to exceptional circumstances and to the daily affairs of life. The student must seek the power of confronting himself, at certain times, as a stranger. He must stand before himself with the inner tranquility of a judge. When this is attained, our own experiences present themselves in a new light. As long as we are interwoven with them and stand, as it were, within them, we cling to the non-essential just as much as to the essential. If we attain the calm inner survey, the essential is severed from the non-essential. Sorrow and joy, every thought, every resolve, appear different when we confront ourselves in this way. It is as though we had spent the whole day in a place where we beheld the smallest objects at the same close range as the largest, and in the evening climbed a neighboring Hill and surveyed the whole scene at a glance. Then the various parts appear related to each other in different proportions from those they bore when seen from within. This exercise will not and need not succeed with present occurrences of destiny, but it should be attempted by the student in connection with the events of destiny already experienced in the past. The value of    p. 23

1.01_-_THAT_ARE_THOU, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy      Philo was the exponent of the Hellenistic Mystery Religion which grew up, as Professor Goodenough has shown, among the Jews of the Dispersion, between about 200 B. C. and 100 A. D. Reinterpreting the Pentateuch in terms of a metaphysical system derived from Platonism, Neo-Pythagoreanism and Stoicism, Philo transformed the wholly transcendental and almost anthropomorphically personal God of the Old Testament into the immanent-transcendent Absolute Mind of the Perennial Philosophy. But even from the orthodox scribes and Pharisees of that momentous century which witnessed, along with the dissemination of Philos doctrines, the first beginnings of Christianity and the destruction of the Temple at Jerusalem, even from the guardians of the Law we hear significantly mystical utterances. Hillel, the great rabbi whose teachings on humility and the love of God and man read like an earlier, cruder version of some of the Gospel sermons, is reported to have spoken these words to an assemblage in the courts of the Temple. If I am here, (it is Jehovah who is speaking through the mouth of his prophet) everyone is here. If I am not here, no one is here.

1.01_-_the_Call_to_Adventure, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology      Evelyn UnderHill, Mysticism, A Study in the Nature and Development of   Man's Spiritual Consciousness (New York: E. P. Dutton and Co., 1911), Part II,

1.01_-_The_Dark_Forest._The_Hill_of_Difficulty._The_Panther,_the_Lion,_and_the_Wolf._Virgil., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   object:1.01 - The Dark Forest. The Hill of Difficulty. The Panther, the Lion, and the Wolf. Virgil.   Midway upon the journey of our life

1.02_-_The_Descent._Dante's_Protest_and_Virgil's_Appeal._The_Intercession_of_the_Three_Ladies_Benedight., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   So that from his design he quite withdraws,   Such I became, upon that dark Hillside,   Because, in thinking, I consumed the emprise,   --   And so much good my speech doth promise thee?"   Even as the flowerets, by nocturnal cHill,   Bowed down and closed, when the sun whitens them,

1.02_-_The_Three_European_Worlds, #The Ever-Present Origin, #Jean Gebser, #Integral   There is a document extant that unforgettably mirrors this gain and loss, this surrender and beginning; in a few sentences it depicts the struggle of a man caught between two worlds. We refer to the remarkable letter of the thirty-two year old Petrarch to Francesco Dionigidi Borgo San Sepolcro in 1336 (the first letter of his Familiari, vol. 4), in which he describes his ascent of Mount Ventoux. For his time, his description is an epochal event and signifies no less than the discovery of landscape: the first dawning of an awareness of space that resulted in a fundamental alteration of European man's attitude in and toward the world.   Mount Ventoux is located to the northeast of Avignon, where the Rhne separates the French Alps from the Cevennes and the principal mountain range of Central France. The mountain is distinguished by clear and serene contours; viewed from Avignon to the south, its ridge slowly and seamlessly ascends against the clear Provenal sky, its south western slope sweeping broadly with soft restraint toward the valley. After a downHill sweep of nearly two kilometers, it comes to rest against the sycamore slopes of the Carpentras, which shelter the almond trees from the northern winds.      --      The transition mirrored in Petrarch's letter of six hundred years ago was primarily an unprecedented extension of man's image of the world. The event that Petrarch describes in almost prophetic terms as "certainly of benefit to himself and many others" inaugurates a new realistic, individualistic, and rational understanding of nature. The freer treatment of space and landscape is already manifest in the work of AmbrogioLorenzetti and Giotto; but although Giotto's landscape with its Hill motifs, for example, is still a predominantly symbolic representation of Umbrian nature, his treatment represents a decided shift away from the unperspectival world. This shift is continued by his apprentices, FraAngelico and Masolino, and later by Paolo Uccello and the brothers Limbourg (in the Trs riches heuresduDuc de Berry), who elaborate perspectival painting with ever greater detail. What Giotto merely anticipated, namely the establishment of a clear contour of man, is first achieved by Masaccio. It is a characteristic also expressed in Andrea Pisano'sreliefs, particularly in his "Astronomer's relief" on the campanile in Florence, and notably evident in the works of Donatello. We must also remember Lorenzo Ghiberti, whose early Bronze relief, the "Sacrifice of Isaac"(1401-02),is a remarkably authentic rendering of free, open, and unenclosed space.

1.02_-_The_Ultimate_Path_is_Without_Difficulty, #The Blue Cliff Records, #Yuanwu Keqin, #Zen   Beyond the balustrade, the mountains deepen, the waters   grow cHill.   **Once dead, you don't return to life again. Do you feel   the hairs on your body stand on end in a cHill*   When the skull's consciousness is exhausted, how can joy re

1.02_-_Where_I_Lived,_and_What_I_Lived_For, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy      This small lake was of most value as a neighbor in the intervals of a gentle rain storm in August, when, both air and water being perfectly still, but the sky overcast, mid-afternoon had all the serenity of evening, and the wood-thrush sang around, and was heard from shore to shore. A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important. From a Hill top near by, where the wood had been recently cut off, there was a pleasing vista southward across the pond, through a wide indentation in the Hills which form the shore there, where their opposite sides sloping toward each other suggested a stream flowing out in that direction through a wooded valley, but stream there was none. That way I looked between and over the near green Hills to some distant and higher ones in the horizon, tinged with blue. Indeed, by standing on tiptoe I could catch a glimpse of some of the peaks of the still bluer and more distant mountain ranges in the north-west, those true-blue coins from heavens own mint, and also of some portion of the village. But in other directions, even from this point, I could not see over or beyond the woods which surrounded me. It is well to have some water in your neighborhood, to give buoyancy to and float the earth. One value even of the smallest well is, that when you look into it you see that earth is not continent but insular. This is as important as that it keeps butter cool. When I looked across the pond from this peak toward the Sudbury meadows, which in time of flood   I distinguished elevated perhaps by a mirage in their seething valley, like a coin in a basin, all the earth beyond the pond appeared like a thin crust insulated and floated even by this small sheet of interverting water, and I was reminded that this on which I dwelt was but _dry land_.   --      Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquitos wing that falls on the rails. Let us rise early and fast, or break fast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry,determined to make a day of it. Why should we knock under and go with the stream? Let us not be upset and overwhelmed in that terrible rapid and whirlpool called a dinner, situated in the meridian shallows. Weather this danger and you are safe, for the rest of the way is down Hill. With unrelaxed nerves, with morning vigor, sail by it, looking another way, tied to the mast like Ulysses. If the engine whistles, let it whistle till it is hoarse for its pains. If the bell rings, why should we run? We will consider what kind of music they are like. Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe, through   Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, through church and state, through poetry and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call _reality_, and say, This is, and no mistake; and then begin, having a _point dappui_, below freshet and frost and fire, a place where you might found a wall or a state, or set a lamp-post safely, or perhaps a gauge, not a Nilometer, but a Realometer, that future ages might know how deep a freshet of shams and appearances had gathered from time to time. If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.   --      I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary. My head is hands and feet. I feel all my best faculties concentrated in it. My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore-paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these Hills. I think that the richest vein is somewhere hereabouts; so by the divining-rod and thin rising vapors I judge; and here I will begin to mine.

1.03_-_Some_Practical_Aspects, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Occultism      [paragraph continues] Anyone practicing in an environment filled only with self-seeking interests, as for example, the modern struggle for existence, must be conscious of the fact that these interests are not without their effect on the development of his spiritual organs. It is true that the inner laws of these organs are so powerful that this influence cannot be fatally injurious. Just as a lily can never grow into a thistle, however inappropriate its environment, so, too, the eye of the soul can never grow to anything but its destined shape even though it be subjected to the self-seeking interests of modern cities. But under all circumstances it is well if the student seeks, now and again, his environment in the restful peace, the inner dignity and sweetness of nature. Especially fortunate is the student who can carry out his esoteric training surrounded by the green world of plants, or among the sunny Hills, where nature weaves her web of sweet simplicity. This environment develops the inner organs in a harmony which can never ensue in a modern city. More favorably situated than the townsman is the person who, during his childhood at least, had been able to breathe the fragrance of pines, to gaze on snowy peaks, and observe    p. 112

1.03_-_To_Layman_Ishii, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #Hakuin Ekaku, #Zen      "Today's students practice the Way clothed in warm garments and get plenty to eat, and they are as soft and weak as the eldest son of a wealthy family. Could any of them venture to stand stalwart and resolute in a courtyard on a bitterly cold night like Hui-k'o? Buried up to the waist in icy snow like a stack of firewood? Suffering of this intensity cannot be endured unless one is made of stone or metal, or has wooden legs like a statue. The marrow-cHilling cold of the northern Wei winter constantly penetrated the thin cotton robe he wore, but he stood resolutely and silently through that adversity until dawn, never relaxing his efforts for a second, or weeping a single tear. Bodhidharma never offered him the slightest help whatsoever. Finally, Hui-k'o took a knife and cut off his left arm. h Hsisou Shou-t'an was perfectly justified in holding Hui-k'o up as a model for all Zen monks throughout the world.      --   Hakuin's building and publishing projects. Most of the half-dozen or so other letters that Hakuin wrote Ishii are expressions of gratitude for donations and gifts received, or services rendered. In one letter, Hakuin thanks Ishii for a large supply of cut tobacco that Ishii had sent to fuel Hakuin's wellknown pipe habit. A long verse Hakuin sent Ishii, one of the most remarkable pieces in the Poison   Blossoms collection, is an expression of thanks for two large boulders Ishii had donated to the Shinji gardens. The verse is filled with vivid images describing the progress of the unwieldy objects as they are rafted down from the footHills of Mount Fuji, landed on the coast near Hara village, then manhandled overland to Shin-ji, making us feel the excitement and impatience Hakuin experienced as he awaited their arrival (a translation is found in The Religious Art of Zen Master Hakuin, 129-   30).

1.04_-_GOD_IN_THE_WORLD, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy      How can Shih-kuang recognize the mysterious tune? Shih-kuang was the son of Ching-kuang of Chin in the province of Chiang under the Chou dynasty. His other name was Tzu-yeh. He could thoroughly distinguish the five sounds and the six notes; he could even hear the ants fighting on the other side of a Hill. When Chin and Chu were at war, Shih-kuang could tell, just by softly fingering the strings of his lute, that the engagement would surely be unfavourable for Chu. In spite of his extraordinary sensitiveness Seccho declares that he is unable to recognize the mysterious tune. After all, one who is not at all deaf is really deaf. The most exquisite note in the higher spheres is beyond the hearing of Shih-kuang. Says Seccho, I am not going to be a Li-lou, nor a Shih-kuang; for

1.04_-_Sounds, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy      My house was on the side of a Hill, immediately on the edge of the larger wood, in the midst of a young forest of pitch pines and hickories, and half a dozen rods from the pond, to which a narrow footpath led down the Hill. In my front yard grew the strawberry, blackberry, and life-everlasting, johnswort and goldenrod, shrub-oaks and sand-cherry, blueberry and groundnut. Near the end of May, the sand-cherry (_Cerasus pumila_,) adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side. I tasted them out of compliment to Nature, though they were scarcely palatable. The sumach (_Rhus glabra_,) grew luxuriantly about the house, pushing up through the embankment which I had made, and growing five or six feet the first season. Its broad pinnate tropical leaf was pleasant though strange to look on. The large buds, suddenly pushing out late in the spring from dry sticks which had seemed to be dead, developed themselves as by magic into graceful green and tender boughs, an inch in diameter; and sometimes, as I sat at my window, so heedlessly did they grow and tax their weak joints, I heard a fresh and tender bough suddenly fall like a fan to the ground, when there was not a breath of air stirring, broken off by its own weight. In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke the tender limbs.      --      Here come your groceries, country; your rations, countrymen! Nor is there any man so independent on his farm that he can say them nay. And heres your pay for them! screams the countrymans whistle; timber like long battering rams going twenty miles an hour against the citys walls, and chairs enough to seat all the weary and heavy laden that dwell within them. With such huge and lumbering civility the country hands a chair to the city. All the Indian huckleberry Hills are stripped, all the cranberry meadows are raked into the city. Up comes the cotton, down goes the woven cloth; up comes the silk, down goes the woollen; up come the books, but down goes the wit that writes them.         When I meet the engine with its train of cars moving off with planetary motion,or, rather, like a comet, for the beholder knows not if with that velocity and with that direction it will ever revisit this system, since its orbit does not look like a returning curve,with its steam cloud like a banner streaming behind in golden and silver wreaths, like many a downy cloud which I have seen, high in the heavens, unfolding its masses to the light,as if this travelling demigod, this cloud-compeller, would ere long take the sunset sky for the livery of his train; when I hear the iron horse make the Hills echo with his snort like thunder, shaking the earth with his feet, and breathing fire and smoke from his nostrils, (what kind of winged horse or fiery dragon they will put into the new Mythology I dont know), it seems as if the earth had got a race now worthy to inhabit it. If all were as it seems, and men made the elements their servants for noble ends! If the cloud that hangs over the engine were the perspiration of heroic deeds, or as beneficent as that which floats over the farmers fields, then the elements and Nature herself would cheerfully accompany men on their errands and be their escort.      --      What recommends commerce to me is its enterprise and bravery. It does not clasp its hands and pray to Jupiter. I see these men every day go about their business with more or less courage and content, doing more even than they suspect, and perchance better employed than they could have consciously devised. I am less affected by their heroism who stood up for half an hour in the front line at Buena Vista, than by the steady and cheerful valor of the men who inhabit the snow-plough for their winter quarters; who have not merely the three-o-clock in the morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest, but whose courage does not go to rest so early, who go to sleep only when the storm sleeps or the sinews of their iron steed are frozen. On this morning of the Great Snow, perchance, which is still raging and cHilling mens blood, I hear the muffled tone of their engine bell from out the fog bank of their cHilled breath, which announces that the cars   _are coming_, without long delay, notwithstanding the veto of a New   --   Commerce is unexpectedly confident and serene, alert, adventurous, and unwearied. It is very natural in its methods withal, far more so than many fantastic enterprises and sentimental experiments, and hence its singular success. I am refreshed and expanded when the freight train rattles past me, and I smell the stores which go dispensing their odors all the way from Long Wharf to Lake Champlain, reminding me of foreign parts, of coral reefs, and Indian oceans, and tropical climes, and the extent of the globe. I feel more like a citizen of the world at the sight of the palm-leaf which will cover so many flaxen New England heads the next summer, the Manilla hemp and cocoa-nut husks, the old junk, gunny bags, scrap iron, and rusty nails. This car-load of torn sails is more legible and interesting now than if they should be wrought into paper and printed books. Who can write so graphically the history of the storms they have weathered as these rents have done?   They are proof-sheets which need no correction. Here goes lumber from the Maine woods, which did not go out to sea in the last freshet, risen four dollars on the thousand because of what did go out or was split up; pine, spruce, cedar,first, second, third, and fourth qualities, so lately all of one quality, to wave over the bear, and moose, and caribou. Next rolls Thomaston lime, a prime lot, which will get far among the Hills before it gets slacked. These rags in bales, of all hues and qualities, the lowest condition to which cotton and linen descend, the final result of dress,of patterns which are now no longer cried up, unless it be in Milwaukie, as those splendid articles,   English, French, or American prints, ginghams, muslins, &c., gathered from all quarters both of fashion and poverty, going to become paper of one color or a few shades only, on which forsooth will be written tales of real life, high and low, and founded on fact! This closed car smells of salt fish, the strong New England and commercial scent, reminding me of the Grand Banks and the fisheries. Who has not seen a salt fish, thoroughly cured for this world, so that nothing can spoil it, and putting the perseverance of the saints to the blush? with which you may sweep or pave the streets, and split your kindlings, and the teamster shelter himself and his lading against sun wind and rain behind it,and the trader, as a Concord trader once did, hang it up by his door for a sign when he commences business, until at last his oldest customer cannot tell surely whether it be animal, vegetable, or mineral, and yet it shall be as pure as a snowflake, and if it be put into a pot and boiled, will come out an excellent dun fish for a Saturdays dinner.   --      While these things go up other things come down. Warned by the whizzing sound, I look up from my book and see some tall pine, hewn on far northern Hills, which has winged its way over the Green Mountains and the Connecticut, shot like an arrow through the township within ten minutes, and scarce another eye beholds it; going      --      And hark! here comes the cattle-train bearing the cattle of a thousand Hills, sheepcots, stables, and cow-yards in the air, drovers with their sticks, and shepherd boys in the midst of their flocks, all but the mountain pastures, whirled along like leaves blown from the mountains by the September gales. The air is filled with the bleating of calves and sheep, and the hustling of oxen, as if a pastoral valley were going by. When the old bell-wether at the head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and the little Hills like lambs. A car-load of drovers, too, in the midst, on a level with their droves now, their vocation gone, but still clinging to their useless sticks as their badge of office. But their dogs, where are they? It is a stampede to them; they are quite thrown out; they have lost the scent. Methinks   I hear them barking behind the Peterboro Hills, or panting up the western slope of the Green Mountains. They will not be in at the death.      --      At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond the woods sounded sweet and melodious, and at first I would mistake it for the voices of certain minstrels by whom I was sometimes serenaded, who might be straying over Hill and dale; but soon I was not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap and natural music of the cow. I do not mean to be satirical, but to express my appreciation of those youths singing, when I state that I perceived clearly that it was akin to the music of the cow, and they were at length one articulation of Nature.

1.04_-_The_Core_of_the_Teaching, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   The equality which the Gita preaches is not disinterestedness, - the great command to Arjuna given after the foundation and main structure of the teaching have been laid and built,   "Arise, slay thy enemies, enjoy a prosperous kingdom," has not the ring of an uncompromising altruism or of a white, dispassionate abnegation; it is a state of inner poise and wideness which is the foundation of spiritual freedom. With that poise, in that freedom we have to do the "work that is to be done," a phrase which the Gita uses with the greatest wideness including in it all works, sarvakarman.i, and which far exceeds, though it may include, social duties or ethical obligations. What is the work to be done is not to be determined by the individual choice; nor is the right to the action and the rejection of claim to the fruit the great word of the Gita, but only a preliminary word governing the first state of the disciple when he begins ascending the Hill of Yoga. It is practically superseded at a subsequent stage. For the Gita goes on to affirm emphatically that the man is not the doer of the action; it is Prakriti, it is Nature, it is the great Force with its three modes of action that works through him, and he must learn to see that it is not he who does the work. Therefore the "right to action" is an idea which is only valid so long as we are still under the illusion of being the doer; it must necessarily disappear from the mind like the claim to the fruit, as soon as we cease to be to our own consciousness the doer of our works.

1.04_-_The_Paths, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism   Pronounced Ayin (with a slight nasal twang) and means an " Eye " - referring to the Eye of Shiva, said to be atrophied into the pineal gland. Astrologically, it is H   Capricornus, the mountain goat leaping forwards and up- wards, boldly without fear, yet remaining close to the Hill- tops.

1.05_-_Solitude, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy   There is commonly sufficient space about us. Our horizon is never quite at our elbows. The thick wood is not just at our door, nor the pond, but somewhat is always clearing, familiar and worn by us, appropriated and fenced in some way, and reclaimed from Nature. For what reason have   I this vast range and circuit, some square miles of unfrequented forest, for my privacy, abandoned to me by men? My nearest neighbor is a mile distant, and no house is visible from any place but the Hill-tops within half a mile of my own. I have my horizon bounded by woods all to myself; a distant view of the railroad where it touches the pond on the one hand, and of the fence which skirts the woodland road on the other. But for the most part it is as solitary where I live as on the prairies. It is as much Asia or Africa as New England. I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself. At night there was never a traveller passed my house, or knocked at my door, more than if I were the first or last man; unless it were in the spring, when at long intervals some came from the village to fish for pouts,they plainly fished much more in the Walden   Pond of their own natures, and baited their hooks with darkness,but they soon retreated, usually with light baskets, and left the world to darkness and to me, and the black kernel of the night was never profaned by any human neighborhood. I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark, though the witches are all hung, and   --      Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain storms in the spring or fall, which confined me to the house for the afternoon as well as the forenoon, soothed by their ceaseless roar and pelting; when an early twilight ushered in a long evening in which many thoughts had time to take root and unfold themselves. In those driving north-east rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection. In one heavy thunder shower the lightning struck a large pitch-pine across the pond, making a very conspicuous and perfectly regular spiral groove from top to bottom, an inch or more deep, and four or five inches wide, as you would groove a walking-stick. I passed it again the other day, and was struck with awe on looking up and beholding that mark, now more distinct than ever, where a terrific and resistless bolt came down out of the harmless sky eight years ago. Men frequently say to me, I should think you would feel lonesome down there, and want to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days and nights especially. I am tempted to reply to such,This whole earth which we inhabit is but a point in space. How far apart, think you, dwell the two most distant inhabitants of yonder star, the breadth of whose disk cannot be appreciated by our instruments? Why should I feel lonely? is not our planet in the Milky Way? This which you put seems to me not to be the most important question. What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary? I have found that no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another. What do we want most to dwell near to? Not to many men surely, the depot, the post-office, the bar-room, the meeting-house, the school-house, the grocery, Beacon Hill, or the Five   Points, where men most congregate, but to the perennial source of our life, whence in all our experience we have found that to issue, as the willow stands near the water and sends out its roots in that direction.

1.05_-_The_Second_Circle_The_Wanton._Minos._The_Infernal_Hurricane._Francesca_da_Rimini., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   Helen I saw, for whom so many ruthless   Seasons revolved; and saw the great AcHilles,   Who at the last hour combated with Love.

1.06_-_Hymns_of_Parashara, #Hymns to the Mystic Fire, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   3. He is as if a delightful thriving, he is like the earth our wide   dwelling-place. He is enjoyable like a Hill and bliss-giving   like fast-running water. He is like a charger in the battle

1.06_-_MORTIFICATION,_NON-ATTACHMENT,_RIGHT_LIVELIHOOD, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy      The Christian simplicity, of which Grou and Fnelon write, is the same thing as the virtue so much admired by Lao Tzu and his successors. According to these Chinese sages, personal sins and social maladjustments are all due to the fact that men have separated themselves from their divine source and live according to their own will and notions, not according to Taowhich is the Great Way, the Logos, the Nature of Things, as it manifests itself on every plane from the physical, up through the animal and the mental, to the spiritual. Enlightenment comes when we give up self-will and make ourselves docile to the workings of Tao in the world around us and in our own bodies, minds and spirits. Sometimes the Taoist philosophers write as though they believed in Rousseaus Noble Savage, and (being Chinese and therefore much more concerned with the concrete and the practical than with the merely speculative) they are fond of prescribing methods by which rulers may reduce the complexity of civilization and so preserve their subjects from the corrupting influences of man-made and therefore Tao-eclipsing conventions of thought, feeling and action. But the rulers who are to perform this task for the masses must themselves be sages; and to become a sage, one must get rid of all the rigidities of unregenerate adulthood and become again as a little child. For only that which is soft and docile is truly alive; that which conquers and outlives everything is that which adapts itself to everything, that which always seeks the lowest placenot the hard rock, but the water that wears away the everlasting Hills. The simplicity and spontaneity of the perfect sage are the fruits of mortificationmortification of the will and, by recollectedness and meditation, of the mind. Only the most highly disciplined artist can recapture, on a higher level, the spontaneity of the child with its first paint-box. Nothing is more difficult than to be simple.

1.07_-_Raja-Yoga_in_Brief, #Raja-Yoga, #Swami Vivkenanda, #unset      Where there is fire, or in water or on ground which is strewn with dry leaves, where there are many ant-Hills, where there are wild animals, or danger, where four streets meet, where there is too much noise, where there are many wicked persons, Yoga must not be practiced. This applies more particularly to India. Do not practice when the body feels very lazy or ill, or when the mind is very miserable and sorrowful. Go to a place which is well hidden, and where people do not come to disturb you. Do not choose dirty places. Rather choose beautiful scenery, or a room in your own house which is beautiful. When you practice, first salute all the ancient Yogis, and your own Guru, and God, and then begin.      --      There was a great god-sage called Nrada. Just as there are sages among mankind, great Yogis, so there are great Yogis among the gods. Narada was a good Yogi, and very great. He travelled everywhere. One day he was passing through a forest, and saw a man who had been meditating until the white ants had built a huge mound round his body so long had he been sitting in that position. He said to Narada, "Where are you going?" Narada replied, "I am going to heaven." "Then ask God when He will be merciful to me; when I shall attain freedom." Further on Narada saw another man. He was jumping about, singing, dancing, and said, "Oh, Narada, where are you going?" His voice and his gestures were wild. Narada said, "I am going to heaven." "Then, ask when I shall be free." Narada went on. In the course of time he came again by the same road, and there was the man who had been meditating with the ant-Hill round him. He said, "Oh, Narada, did you ask the Lord about me?" "Oh, yes." "What did He say?" "The Lord told me that you would attain freedom in four more births." Then the man began to weep and wail, and said, "I have meditated until an ant-Hill has grown around me, and I have four more births yet!" Narada went to the other man. "Did you ask my question?" "Oh, yes. Do you see this tamarind tree? I have to tell you that as many leaves as there are on that tree, so many times, you shall be born, and then you shall attain freedom." The man began to dance for joy, and said, "I shall have freedom after such a short time!" A voice came, "My child, you will have freedom this minute." That was the reward for his perseverance. He was ready to work through all those births, nothing discouraged him. But the first man felt that even four more births were too long. Only perseverance, like that of the man who was willing to wait aeons brings about the highest result.

1.08_-_Adhyatma_Yoga, #Amrita Gita, #Swami Sivananda Saraswati, #Hinduism      44. Give up cHillies, sour, overhot, pungent, dry, burning, too much salted things. These are Rajasic substances, which produce pain and sickness. Abandon them.

1.08_-_The_Ladder, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism   Sea. In reality^ that does not belong to the province that I originally contemplated illustrating within the pages of this book, although it can be simply and briefly demon- strated that the experience even here is capable of analysis, being induced by an unconscious application of the funda- mental principles laid down above. The wealth and luxuriant variety of the overwhelming beauty of Wide   Arcadian fields and rolling Hills act in one of two ways, differing with different individuals in different places.

1.09_-_Saraswati_and_Her_Consorts, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga    movement, or sometimes footing. In Greek itself it is connected with pege, a stream. There is, therefore, in the terms of this legend a constant association with the image of a forceful movement of inspiration. If we turn to Vedic symbols we see that the Ashwa or Horse is an image of the great dynamic force of   Life, of the vital and nervous energy, and is constantly coupled with other images that symbolise the consciousness. Adri, the Hill or rock, is a symbol of formal existence and especially of the physical nature and it is out of this Hill or rock that the herds of the Sun are released and the waters flow. The streams of the madhu, the honey, the Soma, are said also to be milked out of this Hill or Rock. The stroke of the Horse's hoof on the rock releasing the waters of inspiration would thus become a very obvious psychological image. Nor is there any reason to suppose that the old Greeks and Indians were incapable either of such psychological observation or of putting it into the poetical and mystic imagery which was the very body of the ancient   Mysteries.

1.09_-_SKIRMISHES_IN_A_WAY_WITH_THE_AGE, #Twilight of the Idols, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy   _My Impossible People._--Seneca, or the toreador of virtue---Rousseau,   or the return to nature, _in impuris naturalibus._--ScHiller, or the   Moral-Trumpeter of Sackingen.--Dante, or the hyna that writes poetry   --   Another thing I hate to hear is a certain infamous "and": the Germans   say, "Goethe _and_ ScHiller,"--I even fear that they say, "ScHiller   and Goethe." ... Has nobody found ScHiller out yet?--But there are   other "ands" which are even more egregious. With my own ears I have

1.09_-_The_Pure_Existent, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   1:WHEN we withdraw our gaze from its egoistic preoccupation with limited and fleeting interests and look upon the world with dispassionate and curious eyes that search only for the Truth, our first result is the perception of a boundless energy of infinite existence, infinite movement, infinite activity pouring itself out in limitless Space, in eternal Time, an existence that surpasses infinitely our ego or any ego or any collectivity of egos, in whose balance the grandiose products of aeons are but the dust of a moment and in whose incalculable sum numberless myriads count only as a petty swarm. We instinctively act and feel and weave our life thoughts as if this stupendous world movement were at work around us as centre and for our benefit, for our help or harm, or as if the justification of our egoistic cravings, emotions, ideas, standards were its proper business even as they are our own chief concern. When we begin to see, we perceive that it exists for itself, not for us, has its own gigantic aims, its own complex and boundless idea, its own vast desire or delight that it seeks to fulfil, its own immense and formidable standards which look down as if with an indulgent and ironic smile at the pettiness of ours. And yet let us not swing over to the other extreme and form too positive an idea of our own insignificance. That too would be an act of ignorance and the shutting of our eyes to the great facts of the universe.   2:For this boundless Movement does not regard us as unimportant to it. Science reveals to us how minute is the care, how cunning the device, how intense the absorption it bestows upon the smallest of its works even as on the largest. This mighty energy is an equal and impartial mother, samam brahma, in the great term of the Gita, and its intensity and force of movement is the same in the formation and upholding of a system of suns and the organisation of the life of an ant-Hill. It is the illusion of size, of quantity that induces us to look on the one as great, the other as petty. If we look, on the contrary, not at mass of quantity but force of quality, we shall say that the ant is greater than the solar system it inhabits and man greater than all inanimate Nature put together. But this again is the illusion of quality. When we go behind and examine only the intensity of the movement of which quality and quantity are aspects, we realise that this Brahman dwells equally in all existences. Equally partaken of by all in its being, we are tempted to say, equally distributed to all in its energy. But this too is an illusion of quantity. Brahman dwells in all, indivisible, yet as if divided and distributed. If we look again with an observing perception not dominated by intellectual concepts, but informed by intuition and culminating in knowledge by identity, we shall see that the consciousness of this infinite Energy is other than our mental consciousness, that it is indivisible and gives, not an equal part of itself, but its whole self at one and the same time to the solar system and to the ant-Hill. To Brahman there are no whole and parts, but each thing is all itself and benefits by the whole of Brahman. Quality and quantity differ, the self is equal. The form and manner and result of the force of action vary infinitely, but the eternal, primal, infinite energy is the same in all. The force of strength that goes to make the strong man is no whit greater than the force of weakness that goes to make the weak. The energy spent is as great in repression as in expression, in negation as in affirmation, in silence as in sound.   3:Therefore the first reckoning we have to mend is that between this infinite Movement, this energy of existence which is the world and ourselves. At present we keep a false account. We are infinitely important to the All, but to us the All is negligible; we alone are important to ourselves. This is the sign of the original ignorance which is the root of the ego, that it can only think with itself as centre as if it were the All, and of that which is not itself accepts only so much as it is mentally disposed to acknowledge or as it is forced to recognise by the shocks of its environment. Even when it begins to philosophise, does it not assert that the world only exists in and by its consciousness? Its own state of consciousness or mental standards are to it the test of reality; all outside its orbit or view tends to become false or non-existent. This mental self-sufficiency of man creates a system of false accountantship which prevents us from drawing the right and full value from life. There is a sense in which these pretensions of the human mind and ego repose on a truth, but this truth only emerges when the mind has learned its ignorance and the ego has submitted to the All and lost in it its separate self-assertion. To recognise that we, or rather the results and appearances we call ourselves, are only a partial movement of this infinite Movement and that it is that infinite which we have to know, to be consciously and to fulfil faithfully, is the commencement of true living. To recognise that in our true selves we are one with the total movement and not minor or subordinate is the other side of the account, and its expression in the manner of our being, thought, emotion and action is necessary to the culmination of a true or divine living.

1.10_-_The_Image_of_the_Oceans_and_the_Rivers, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      By this constant awakening and impulsion, summed up in the word, perception, ketu, often called the divine perception, daivya ketu, to distinguish it from the false mortal vision of things, - Saraswati brings into active consciousness in the human being the great flood or great movement, the Truthconsciousness itself, and illumines with it all our thoughts. We must remember that this truth-consciousness of the Vedic Rishis is a supra-mental plane, a level of the Hill of being (adreh. sanu) which is beyond our ordinary reach and to which we have to climb with difficulty. It is not part of our waking being, it is hidden from us in the sleep of the superconscient. We can then understand what Madhuchchhandas means when he says that   Saraswati by the constant action of the inspiration awakens the

1.11_-_Higher_Laws, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy   Who has not sometimes derived an inexpressible satisfaction from his food in which appetite had no share? I have been thrilled to think that   I owed a mental perception to the commonly gross sense of taste, that I have been inspired through the palate, that some berries which I had eaten on a Hill-side had fed my genius. The soul not being mistress of herself, says Thseng-tseu, one looks, and one does not see; one listens, and one does not hear; one eats, and one does not know the savor of food. He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise. A puritan may go to his brown-bread crust with as gross an appetite as ever an alderman to his turtle. Not that food which entereth into the mouth defileth a man, but the appetite with which it is eaten. It is neither the quality nor the quantity, but the devotion to sensual savors; when that which is eaten is not a viand to sustain our animal, or inspire our spiritual life, but food for the worms that possess us. If the hunter has a taste for mud-turtles, muskrats, and other such savage tid-bits, the fine lady indulges a taste for jelly made of a calfs foot, or for sardines from over the sea, and they are even. He goes to the mill-pond, she to her preserve-pot. The wonder is how they, how you and I, can live this slimy, beastly life, eating and drinking.

1.11_-_The_Seven_Rivers, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   Such then, profound, coherent, luminous behind the veil of figures is the sense of the Vedic symbol of the seven rivers, of the Waters, of the five worlds, of the birth and ascent of   Agni which is also the upward journey of man and the Gods whose image man forms in himself from level to level of the great Hill of being (sanoh. sanum). Once we apply it and seize the true sense of the symbol of the Cow and the symbol of the   Soma with a just conception of the psychological functions of the Gods, all the apparent incoherences and obscurities and farfetched chaotic confusion of these ancient hymns disappears in a

1.11_-_Woolly_Pomposities_of_the_Pious_.Teacher., #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      Now that we are agreed upon the conditions to be satisfied if we are to allow that a given proposition contains a Thought at all, it is proper to turn our attention to the relative value of different kinds of thought. This question is of the very first importance: the whole theory of Education depends upon a correct standard. There are facts and facts: one would not necessarily be much the wiser if one got the Encyclopaedia Britannica by heart, or the Tables of Logarithms. The one aim of Mathematics, in fact Whitehead points this out in his little SHilling Arithmetic is to make one fact do the work of thousands.

1.12_-_Brute_Neighbors, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy   It is remarkable how many creatures live wild and free though secret in the woods, and still sustain themselves in the neighborhood of towns, suspected by hunters only. How retired the otter manages to live here!   He grows to be four feet long, as big as a small boy, perhaps without any human being getting a glimpse of him. I formerly saw the raccoon in the woods behind where my house is built, and probably still heard their whinnering at night. Commonly I rested an hour or two in the shade at noon, after planting, and ate my lunch, and read a little by a spring which was the source of a swamp and of a brook, oozing from under Bristers Hill, half a mile from my field. The approach to this was through a succession of descending grassy hollows, full of young pitch-pines, into a larger wood about the swamp. There, in a very secluded and shaded spot, under a spreading white-pine, there was yet a clean, firm sward to sit on. I had dug out the spring and made a well of clear gray water, where I could dip up a pailful without roiling it, and thither I went for this purpose almost every day in midsummer, when the pond was warmest. Thither, too, the wood-cock led her brood, to probe the mud for worms, flying but a foot above them down the bank, while they ran in a troop beneath; but at last, spying me, she would leave her young and circle round and round me, nearer and nearer till within four or five feet, pretending broken wings and legs, to attract my attention, and get off her young, who would already have taken up their march, with faint wiry peep, single file through the swamp, as she directed. Or I heard the peep of the young when I could not see the parent bird. There too the turtle-doves sat over the spring, or fluttered from bough to bough of the soft white-pines over my head; or the red squirrel, coursing down the nearest bough, was particularly familiar and inquisitive. You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.         I was witness to events of a less peaceful character. One day when I went out to my wood-pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having once got hold they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a _duellum_, but a _bellum_, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black. The legions of these Myrmidons covered all the Hills and vales in my wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black. It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging; internecine war; the red republicans on the one hand, and the black imperialists on the other. On every side they were engaged in deadly combat, yet without any noise that I could hear, and human soldiers never fought so resolutely. I watched a couple that were fast locked in each others embraces, in a little sunny valley amid the chips, now at noon-day prepared to fight till the sun went down, or life went out.      The smaller red champion had fastened himself like a vice to his adversarys front, and through all the tumblings on that field never for an instant ceased to gnaw at one of his feelers near the root, having already caused the other to go by the board; while the stronger black one dashed him from side to side, and, as I saw on looking nearer, had already divested him of several of his members. They fought with more pertinacity than bull-dogs. Neither manifested the least disposition to retreat. It was evident that their battle-cry was   Conquer or die. In the mean while there came along a single red ant on the Hill-side of this valley, evidently full of excitement, who either had despatched his foe, or had not yet taken part in the battle; probably the latter, for he had lost none of his limbs; whose mother had charged him to return with his shield or upon it. Or perchance he was some AcHilles, who had nourished his wrath apart, and had now come to avenge or rescue his Patroclus. He saw this unequal combat from afar,for the blacks were nearly twice the size of the red,he drew near with rapid pace till he stood on his guard within half an inch of the combatants; then, watching his opportunity, he sprang upon the black warrior, and commenced his operations near the root of his right fore-leg, leaving the foe to select among his own members; and so there were three united for life, as if a new kind of attraction had been invented which put all other locks and cements to shame. I should not have wondered by this time to find that they had their respective musical bands stationed on some eminent chip, and playing their national airs the while, to excite the slow and cheer the dying combatants. I was myself excited somewhat even as if they had been men.      --   Dresden. Concord Fight! Two killed on the patriots side, and Luther   Blanchard wounded! Why here every ant was a Buttrick,Fire! for Gods sake fire!and thousands shared the fate of Davis and Hosmer. There was not one hireling there. I have no doubt that it was a principle they fought for, as much as our ancestors, and not to avoid a three-penny tax on their tea; and the results of this battle will be as important and memorable to those whom it concerns as those of the battle of Bunker Hill, at least.

1.12_-_The_Herds_of_the_Dawn, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      The sense of "rays" is quite indisputable in such passages as the third verse of Madhuchchhandas' hymn to Indra, I.7, "Indra for far vision made the Sun to ascend in heaven: he sped him all over the Hill by his rays," vi gobhir adrim airayat.1 But at the same time, the rays of Surya are the herds of the Sun, the kine   1

1.12_-_The_Minotaur._The_Seventh_Circle_The_Violent._The_River_Phlegethon._The_Violent_against_their_Neighbours._The_Centaurs._Tyrants., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   And from afar one cried: "Unto what torment   Come ye, who down the Hillside are descending?   Tell us from there; if not, I draw the bow."   --   And he in the midst, who at his breast is gazing,   Is the great Chiron, who brought up AcHilles;   That other Pholus is, who was so wrathful.

1.14_-_The_Secret, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga      Shadow and Light, Good and Evil have all prepared a divine birth in Matter: "Day and Night both suckle the divine Child." 253 Nothing is accursed, nothing is in vain. Night and Day are "two sisters, immortal, with a common Lover (the Sun) . . . common they, though different their forms." (I.113.2.3) At the end of the "pilgrimage" of ascent and descent, the seeker is "a son of the two Mothers (III.55.7): the son of Aditi, the white Mother254 of the superconscious infinite, and the son of Diti, the earthly Mother of "the dark infinite." He possesses "the two births," human and divine, "eternal and in one nest . . . as the Enjoyer of his two wives" (I.62.7): "The contents of the pregnant Hill255 (came forth) for the supreme birth . . . a god opened the human doors." (V.45) "Then indeed, they awoke and saw all behind and wide around them, then, indeed, they held the ecstasy that is enjoyed in heaven. In all gated houses256 were all the gods." (Rig Veda IV.1.18)

1.15_-_Index, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   Thought   ScHiller's Ideas on the Type Problem   The Apollinian and the Dionysian

1.15_-_The_element_of_Character_in_Tragedy., #Poetics, #Aristotle, #Christianity   Again, since Tragedy is an imitation of persons who are above the common level, the example of good portrait-painters should be followed. They, while reproducing the distinctive form of the original, make a likeness which is true to life and yet more beautiful. So too the poet, in representing men who are irascible or indolent, or have other defects of character, should preserve the type and yet ennoble it. In this way   AcHilles is portrayed by Agathon and Homer.

1.15_-_The_Violent_against_Nature._Brunetto_Latini., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity     Make of themselves, nor let them touch the plant,     If any still upon their dungHill rise,     In which may yet revive the consecrated

1.17_-_Geryon._The_Violent_against_Art._Usurers._Descent_into_the_Abyss_of_Malebolge., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   "Behold the monster with the pointed tail,   Who cleaves the Hills, and breaketh walls and weapons,   Behold him who infecteth all the world."

1.17_-_The_Seven-Headed_Thought,_Swar_and_the_Dashagwas, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      This secret well of honey is drunk by all those who are able to see Swar and they pour out its billowing fountain of sweetness in manifold streams together, tam eva visve papire svardr.so bahu sakam sisicur utsam udrin.am. These many streams poured out together are the seven rivers poured down the Hill by Indra after slaying Vritra, the rivers or streams of the Truth, r.tasya dharah.; and they represent, according to our theory, the seven principles of conscious being in their divine fulfilment in the Truth and   4   --   5   Sayana says varanta is here "opened", which is quite possible, but vr. means ordinarily to shut, close up, cover, especially when applied to the doors of the Hill whence flow the rivers and the cows come forth; Vritra is the closer of the doors. Vi vr. and apa vr. mean to open. Nevertheless, if the word means here to open, that only makes our case all the stronger.      --      We get the connection of the rivers and the worlds very clearly in I.62 where Indra is described as breaking the Hill by the aid of the Navagwas and breaking Vala by the aid of the   Dashagwas. Hymned by the Angiras Rishis Indra opens up the darkness by the Dawn and the Sun and the Cows, he spreads out the high plateau of the earthly Hill into wideness and upholds the higher world of heaven. For the result of the opening up of the higher planes of consciousness is to increase the wideness of the physical, to raise the height of the mental. "This, indeed," says the Rishi Nodha, "is his mightiest work, the fairest achievement of the achiever," dasmasya carutamam asti damsah., "that the four upper rivers streaming honey nourish the two worlds of the crookedness," upahvare yad upara apinvan madhvarn.aso nadyas catasrah.. This is again the honey-streaming well pouring down its many streams together; the four higher rivers of the divine being, divine conscious force, divine delight, divine truth nourishing the two worlds of the mind and body into which they descend with their floods of sweetness. These two, the Rodasi, are normally worlds of crookedness, that is to say of the falsehood, - the r.tam or Truth being the straight, the anr.tam or Falsehood the crooked, - because they are exposed to the harms of the undivine powers, Vritras and Panis, sons of darkness and division. They now become forms of the truth, the knowledge, vayuna, agreeing with outer action and this is evidently Gritsamada's carato anyad anyad and his ya cakara vayuna brahman.aspatih.. The Rishi then proceeds to define the result of the work of Ayasya, which is to reveal the true eternal and unified form of earth and heaven. "In their twofold   (divine and human?) Ayasya uncovered by his hymns the two, eternal and in one nest; perfectly achieving he upheld earth and   --      The Seven-Headed Thought, Swar and the Dashagwas 183 battle, safety in the journey by land and water which was so difficult and dangerous in those times of poor means of communication and loosely organised inter-tribal existence. All the principal features of that outward life which they saw around them the mystic poets took and turned into significant images of the inner life. The life of man is represented as a sacrifice to the gods, a journey sometimes figured as a crossing of dangerous waters, sometimes as an ascent from level to level of the Hill of being, and, thirdly, as a battle against hostile nations. But these three images are not kept separate. The sacrifice is also a journey; indeed the sacrifice itself is described as travelling, as journeying to a divine goal; and the journey and the sacrifice are both continually spoken of as a battle against the dark powers.      --   O Indra, didst make to thrive the Might of Swar (or the Swarsoul, svarn.aram), that rapture ten-rayed and making a light of knowledge (or, shaking the whole being with its force, dasagvam vepayantam) by which thou didst foster the ocean; that Somaintoxication by which thou didst drive forward the great waters   (the seven rivers) like chariots to their sea, - that we desire that we may travel on the path of the truth," pantham r.tasya yatave tam mahe (VIII.12.2-3). It is in the power of the Soma that the Hill is broken open, the sons of darkness overthrown. This Somawine is the sweetness that comes flowing from the streams of the upper hidden world, it is that which flows in the seven waters, it is that with which the ghr.ta, the clarified butter of the mystic sacrifice, is instinct; it is the honeyed wave which rises out of the ocean of life. Such images can have only one meaning; it is the divine delight hidden in all existence which, once manifest, supports all life's crowning activities and is the force that finally immortalises the mortal, the amr.tam, ambrosia of the gods.

1.18_-_The_Human_Fathers, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   The Secret of the Veda    three gods Surya, Indra and Soma, and the Soma also is offered in three parts, on the three levels of the Hill, tris.u sanus.u. We may hazard the conjecture, having regard to the nature of the three gods, that Soma releases the divine light from the sense mentality, Indra from the dynamic mentality, Surya from the pure reflective mentality. As for the pasture of the cow we are already familiar with it; it is the field or ks.etra which Indra wins for his shining comrades from the Dasyu and in which the   Atri beheld the warrior Agni and the luminous cows, those of whom even the old became young again. This field, ks.etra, is only another image for the luminous home (ks.aya) to which the gods by the sacrifice lead the human soul.

1.19_-_The_Victory_of_the_Fathers, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      In order to hold clearly in our minds at the start what that great achievement was we may put before ourselves the clear and sufficient formulas in which Parashara Shaktya expresses them. "Our fathers broke open the firm and strong places by their words, yea, the Angirases broke open the Hill by their cry; they made in us the path to the great heaven; they found the   Day and Swar and vision and the luminous Cows," cakrur divo br.hato gatum asme, ahah. svar vividuh. ketum usrah., (I.71.2).   --      "The fostering cows of the Truth (dhenavah., an image applied to the rivers, while gavah. or usrah. expresses the luminous cows of the Sun) nourished him, lowing, with happy udders, enjoyed in heaven; obtaining right thinking as a boon from the supreme (plane) the rivers flowed wide and evenly over the Hill," r.tasya hi dhenavo vavasanah., smadudhnh. ppayanta dyubhaktah.; paravatah. sumatim bhiks.aman.a, vi sindhavah. samaya sasrur adrim, (I.73.6). And in I.72.8, speaking of them in a phrase which is applied to the rivers in other hymns, he says,   "The seven mighty ones of heaven, placing aright the thought, knowing the Truth, discerned in knowledge the doors of felicity;   --   It is now perfectly clear that the achievement of the Angirases is the conquest of the Truth and the Immortality, that   Swar called also the great heaven, br.hat dyauh., is the plane of the Truth above the ordinary heaven and earth which can be no other than the ordinary mental and physical being; that the path of the great heaven, the path of the Truth created by the Angirases and followed by the hound Sarama is the path to the Immortality, amr.tatvaya gatum; that the vision (ketu) of the Dawn, the Day won by the Angirases, is the vision proper to the Truth-consciousness; that the luminous cows of the Sun and Dawn wrested from the Panis are the illuminations of this truth-consciousness which help to form the thought of the Truth, r.tasya dhtih., complete in the seven-headed thought of Ayasya; that the Night of the Veda is the obscured consciousness of the mortal being in which the Truth is subconscient, hidden in the cave of the Hill; that the recovery of the lost sun lying in this darkness of Night is the recovery of the sun of Truth out of the darkened subconscient condition; and that the downflowing earthward of the seven rivers must be the outstreaming action of the sevenfold principle of our being as it is formulated in the   Truth of the divine or immortal existence. Equally then must the   --   With these conceptions clearly fixed in our minds we shall be able to understand the verses of Vamadeva which only repeat in symbolic language the substance of the thought expressed more openly by Parashara. It is to Agni the Seer-Will that Vamadeva's opening hymns are addressed. He is hymned as the friend or builder of man's sacrifice who awakes him to the vision, the knowledge (ketu), sa cetayan manus.o yajnabandhuh. (IV.1.9); so doing, "he dwells in the gated homes of this being, accomplishing; he, a god, has come to be the means of accomplishment of the mortal," sa ks.eti asya duryasu sadhan, devo martasya sadhanitvam apa. What is it that he accomplishes? The next verse tells us. "May this Agni lead us in his knowledge towards that bliss of him which is enjoyed by the gods, that which by the thought all the immortals created and Dyauspita the father out-pouring the Truth"; sa tu no agnir nayatu prajanann, accha ratnam devabhaktam yad asya; dhiya yad visve amr.ta akr.n.van, dyaus.pita janita satyam uks.an. This is Parashara's beatitude of the Immortality created by all the powers of the immortal godhead doing their work in the thought of the Truth and in its impulsion, and the out-pouring of the Truth is evidently the out-pouring of the waters as is indicated by the word uks.an,   Parashara's equal diffusion of the seven rivers of the truth over the Hill.      --   The Rishi then comes to the achievement of the human fathers, asmakam atra pitaro manus.ya, abhi pra sedur r.tam asus.an.ah.: "Here our human fathers seeking possession of the   Truth went forward to it; the bright cows in their covering prison, the good milkers whose pen is in the rock they drove upward (to the Truth), the Dawns answered their call. They rent the Hill asunder and made them bright; others all around them declared wide this (Truth) of theirs; drivers of the herds they sang the hymn to the doer of works (Agni), they found the light, they shone in their thoughts (or, they accomplished the work by their thoughts). They with the mind that seeks the light (the cows, gavyata manasa) rent the firm and compact Hill that environed the luminous cows; the souls that desire opened by the divine word, vacasa daivyena, the firm pen full of the kine." These are the ordinary images of the Angiras legend, but in the next verse Vamadeva uses a still more mystic language.      --    females of the herd knew that and they followed after it; the ruddy one was manifested by the victorious attainment (or, the splendour) of the cow of Light," te manvata prathamam nama dhenos, trih. sapta matuh. paraman.i vindan; taj janatr abhyanus.ata vra, avirbhuvad arun.r yasasa goh.. The Mother here is Aditi, the infinite consciousness, who is the Dhenu or fostering Cow with the seven rivers for her sevenfold streaming as well as Go the Cow of Light with the Dawns for her children; the Ruddy One is the divine Dawn and the herd or rays are her dawning illuminations. The first name of the Mother with her thrice seven supreme seats, that which the dawns or mental illuminations know and move towards, must be the name or deity of the supreme Deva, who is infinite being and infinite consciousness and infinite bliss, and the seats are the three divine worlds, called earlier in the hymn the three supreme births of   Agni, Satya, Tapas and Jana of the Puranas, which correspond to these three infinities of the Deva and each fulfils in its own way the sevenfold principle of our existence: thus we get the series of thrice seven seats of Aditi manifested in all her glory by the opening out of the Dawn of Truth.3 Thus we see that the achievement of the Light and Truth by the human fathers is also an ascent to the Immortality of the supreme and divine status, to the first name of the all-creating infinite Mother, to her thrice seven supreme degrees of this ascending existence, to the highest levels of the eternal Hill (sanu, adri).      --    work the bliss with its vast delight for his increasing, satisfying the doer of the work (or, the man, cars.an.iprah.). Now, O Agni, of all that we have done with our hands and our feet and our bodies the right thinkers (the Angirases) make as it were thy chariot by the work of the two arms (Heaven and Earth, bhurijoh.); seeking to possess the Truth they have worked their way to it (or won control of it)," r.tam yemuh. sudhya asus.an.ah.. "Now as the seven seers of Dawn the Mother, the supreme disposers (of the sacrifice), may we beget for ourselves the gods; may we become the   Angirases, sons of Heaven, breaking open the wealth-filled Hill, shining in purity." We have here very clearly the seven divine   Seers as the supreme ordainers of the world-sacrifice and the idea of the human being "becoming" these seven Seers, that is to say, creating them in himself and growing into that which they mean, just as he becomes the Heaven and Earth and the other gods or, as it is otherwise put, begets or creates or forms   --   Finally the Rishi proceeds to the coupling, which we so repeatedly find, of the luminous Cows and the Waters. "By the   Truth the Angirases broke open and hurled asunder the Hill and came to union with the Cows; human souls, they took up their dwelling in the blissful Dawn, Swar became manifest when Agni was born. By Truth the divine immortal waters, unoppressed, with their honeyed floods, O Agni, like a horse breasting forward in its gallopings ran in an eternal flowing." These four verses in fact are meant to give the preliminary conditions for the great achievement of the Immortality. They are the symbols of the grand Mythus, the mythus of the Mystics in which they hid their supreme spiritual experience from the profane and, alas! effectively enough from their posterity. That they were secret symbols, images meant to reveal the truth which they protected but only to the initiated, to the knower, to the seer, Vamadeva himself tells us in the most plain and emphatic language in the last verse of this very hymn; "All these are secret words that I have uttered to thee who knowest, O Agni, O Disposer, words of leading, words of seer-knowledge that express their meaning to the seer, - I have spoken them illumined in my words and my thinkings"; eta visva vidus.e tubhyam vedho, nthani agne nin.ya vacamsi; nivacana kavaye kavyani, asamsis.am matibhir vipra ukthaih.. Secret words that have kept indeed their secret ignored by the priest, the ritualist, the grammarian, the pandit, the historian, the mythologist, to whom they have been words of darkness or seals of confusion and not what they were to the supreme ancient forefathers and their illumined posterity, nin.ya vacamsi nthani nivacana kavyani.

1.200-1.224_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism   Talk 212.   Maharshi observed: Pradakshina (the Hindu rite of going round the object of worship) is All is within me. The true significance of the act of going round Arunachala is said to be as effective as circuit round the world. That means that the whole world is condensed into this Hill.   The circuit round the temple of Arunachala is equally good; and selfcircuit (i.e., turning round and round) is as good as the last. So all are contained in the Self. Says the Ribhu Gita: I remain fixed, whereas innumerable universes becoming concepts within my mind, rotate within me. This meditation is the highest circuit (pradakshina).   --   This is Jnanagni (Fire of Wisdom) which is neither hot nor cool.   Achala = a Hill.   So it means Hill of Wisdom.      --   Ramakrishna Swami, a long-resident disciple, asked Maharshi the meaning of Twaiyarunachala Sarvam, a stanza in The Five Hymns.   Maharshi explained it in detail, saying that the universe is like a painting on a screen - the screen being the Red Hill, Arunachala. That which rises and sinks is made up of what it rises from. The finality of the universe is the God   Arunachala. Meditating on Him or on the seer, the Self, there is a mental vibration I to which all are reduced. Tracing the source of I, the primal I-I alone remains over, and it is inexpressible. The seat of Realisation is within and the seeker cannot find it as an object outside him. That seat is bliss and is the core of all beings. Hence it is called the Heart. The only useful purpose of the present birth is to turn within and realise it. There is nothing else to do.

1.201_-_Socrates, #unset, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism    by implanting a fresh memory in place of the one that is departing, preserves our knowledge so that it seems to be the same. In this way everything mortal is preserved, not by remaining entirely the same for ever, which is the mark of the divine, but by leaving behind another new thing of the same kind in the place of what is growing old and passing away. By this means, Socrates, she said, what is mortal-body and every creature else-partakes of immortality; but what is immortal does so differently. So do not be surprised that everything naturally values its own offspring. This universal zeal and love is for the sake of immortality.   I was surprised to hear this speech. Well now, Diotima, I said. I know you are very wise, but is this really how things are? Like the perfect sophist183 she replied: Believe me, Socrates. You have only to look at humankinds love of honour and you will be surprised at your absurdity regarding the matters I have just mentioned, unless you think about it and reflect how strongly people are affected by the desire to become famous and to lay up immortal glory for all time.184 For the sake of this they are prepared to run risks even more than for their children spend their money, endure any kind of suffering, even die in the cause. Do you suppose, she went on, that Alcestis would have died to save Admetus, or AcHilles would have sacrificed his life to avenge Patroclus, or your Athenian king Codrus would have perished before his time for the sake of his sons succession, if they had not thought that the memory of their virtue,185 which indeed we still have of them, would be immortal? Far from it, she said. I think that it is for the sake of immortal fame186 and this kind of glorious reputation187 that everyone strives to the utmost, and the better they are the more they strive: for they desire what is immortal.   Those whose pregnancy is of the body, she went on, are drawn more towards women, and they express their love through the procreation of children, ensuring for themselves, they think, for all time to come, immortality and remembrance and happiness in this way. But

12.01_-_The_Return_to_Earth, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Yet still, a captive in her golden hands,   I tread your little Hillock called green earth   And in the moments of your transient sun

1.20_-_The_Fourth_Bolgia_Soothsayers._Amphiaraus,_Tiresias,_Aruns,_Manto,_Eryphylus,_Michael_Scott,_Guido_Bonatti,_and_Asdente._Virgil_reproaches_Dante's_Pity., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   That Aruns is, who backs the other's belly,   Who in the Hills of Luni, there where grubs   The Carrarese who houses underneath,

1.20_-_The_Hound_of_Heaven, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   Angirases or the winning of the highest planes of existence. The most important of these hymns is the Sukta of the Atris we have already had to take note of in our scrutiny of the Navagwa and   Dashagwa Angirases, V.45. The first three verses summarise the great achievement. "Severing the Hill of heaven by the words he found them, yea, the radiant ones of the arriving Dawn went abroad; he uncovered those that were in the pen, Swar rose up; a god opened the human doors. The Sun attained widely to strength and glory; the Mother of the Cows (the Dawn), knowing, came from the wideness; the rivers became rushing floods, floods that cleft (their channel), heaven was made firm like a well-shaped pillar. To this word the contents of the pregnant Hill   (came forth) for the supreme birth of the Great Ones (the rivers or, less probably, the dawns); the Hill parted asunder, heaven was perfected (or, accomplished itself); they lodged (upon earth) and distributed the largeness." It is of Indra and the Angirases that the Rishi is speaking, as the rest of the hymn shows and      --   213    as is indeed evident from the expressions used; for these are the usual formulas of the Angiras mythus and repeat the exact expressions that are constantly used in the hymns of the delivery of the Dawn, the Cows and the Sun. We know already what they mean. The Hill of our already formed triple existence which rises into heaven at its summit is rent asunder by Indra and the hidden illuminations go abroad; Swar, the higher heaven of the superconscient, is manifested by the upward streaming of the brilliant herds. The sun of Truth diffuses all the strength and glory of its light, the inner Dawn comes from the luminous wideness instinct with knowledge, - janat gat, the same phrase that is used of her who leads to the house of the Dasyu in I.104.5; and of Sarama in   III.31.6, - the rivers of the Truth, representing the outflow of its being and its movement (r.tasya pres.a), descend in their rushing streams and make a channel here for their waters; heaven, the mental being, is perfected and made firm like a well-shaped pillar to support the vast Truth of the higher or immortal life that is now made manifest and the largeness of that Truth is lodged here in all the physical being. The delivery of the pregnant contents of the Hill, parvatasya garbhah., the illuminations constituting the seven-headed thought, r.tasya dhtih., which come forth in answer to the inspired word, leads to the supreme birth of the seven great rivers who constitute the substance of the Truth put into active movement, r.tasya pres.a.      --   The Secret of the Veda    seven seers set them moving forward (or upwards towards the supreme), they found the entire path (goal or field of travel) of the Truth; knowing those (supreme seats of the Truth) Indra by the obeisance entered into them," vl.au satr abhi dhra atr.ndan, praca ahinvan manasa sapta viprah.; visvam avindan pathyam r.tasya, prajanann it ta namasa vivesa. This is, as usual, the great birth, the great light, the great divine movement of the Truthknowledge with the finding of the goal and the entry of the gods and the seers into the supreme planes above. Next we have the part of Sarama in this work. "When Sarama found the broken place of the Hill, he (or perhaps she, Sarama) made continuous the great and supreme goal. She, the fair-footed, led him to the front of the imperishable ones (the unslayable cows of the   Dawn); first she went, knowing, towards their cry." It is again the Intuition that leads; knowing, she speeds at once and in front of all towards the voice of the concealed illuminations, towards the place where the Hill so firmly formed and impervious in appearance (vl.u, dr.d.ha) is broken and can admit the seekers.      The rest of the hymn continues to describe the achievement of the Angirases and Indra. "He went, the greatest seer of them all, doing them friendship; the pregnant Hill sent forth its contents for the doer of perfect works; in the strength of manhood he with the young (Angirases) seeking plenitude of riches attained possession, then singing the hymn of light he became at once the Angiras. Becoming in our front the form and measure of each existing thing, he knows all the births, he slays Shushna"; that is to say, the Divine Mind assumes a form answering to each existing thing in the world and reveals its true divine image and meaning and slays the false force that distorts knowledge and action. "Seeker of the cows, traveller to the seat of heaven, singing the hymns, he, the Friend, delivers his friends out of all defect (of right self-expression). With a mind that sought the   Light (the cows) they entered their seats by the illumining words, making the path towards Immortality (ni gavyata manasa sedur arkaih. kr.n.vanaso amr.tatvaya gatum). This is that large seat of theirs, the Truth by which they took possession of the months   --   Such is this remarkable hymn, the bulk of which I have translated because it both brings into striking relief the mystic and entirely psychological character of the Vedic poetry and by so doing sets out vividly the nature of the imagery in the midst of which Sarama figures. The other references to Sarama in the Rig   Veda do not add anything essential to the conception. We have a brief allusion in IV.16.8, "When thou didst tear the waters out of the Hill, Sarama became manifest before thee; so do thou as our leader tear out much wealth for us, breaking the pens, hymned by the Angirases." It is the Intuition manifesting before the Divine Mind as its forerunner when there is the emergence of the waters, the streaming movements of the Truth that break out of the Hill in which they were confined by Vritra (verse 7); and it is by means of the Intuition that this godhead becomes our leader to the rescue of the Light and the conquest of the much wealth hidden within in the rock behind the fortress gates of the Panis.

1.22_-_EMOTIONALISM, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy      Came she (Mary Magdalene) down from the height of her desire for God into the depth of her sinful life, and searched in the foul stinking fen and dungHill of her soul? Nay, surely she did not do so. And why? Because God let her know by His grace in her soul that she should never so bring it about. For so might she sooner have raised in herself an ableness to have often sinned than have purchased by that work any plain forgiveness of all her sins.

1.22_-_How_to_Learn_the_Practice_of_Astrology, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      Then, get a book on Astrology, the older the better. Raphael's SHilling Handbook is probably enough for the present purpose. Get well into your head what the menu says about the natures of the planets, the influence of the aspects, what is meant by dignities, the scope of the houses, and so on.

1.23_-_Escape_from_the_Malabranche._The_Sixth_Bolgia_Hypocrites._Catalano_and_Loderingo._Caiaphas., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity     Hardly the bed of the ravine below     His feet had reached, ere they had reached the Hill     Right over us; but he was not afraid;

1.240_-_1.300_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism   [A request from the same seeker: The above questioner has spent two very precious days in physical proximity to Bhagavan Maharshi   (whom he has not seen since - 17 years ago - he visited Him for a few minutes on the Hillside). His duties now compel him to take his body far away again to the north, and it may be years before he can return.      --      While living on the Hill He had seen a hut built of stones and mud and roofed with thatch. There was constant trouble with white ants.      --   D.: But you are addressing God. You are specifying this Arunachala   Hill as God.      M.: You can identify the Self with the body. Should not the devotee identify the Self with Arunachala?   D.: If Arunachala be the Self why should it be specially picked out among so many other Hills? God is everywhere. Why do you specify   Him as Arunachala?   --      Brunton and a lady were walking home in the night, they saw a bright glow on half the Hill moving slowly and gently from North to South.      Sri Bhagavan said: This Hill is said to be wisdom in visible shape.      --      Q.: How did you approve the building of Skandasramam on the Hill which was temple-land, without previously obtaining permission from the authorities?   M.: Guided by the same Power which made me come here and reside on the Hill.

1.240_-_Talks_2, #unset, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism   [A request from the same seeker: The above questioner has spent two very precious days in physical proximity to Bhagavan Maharshi   (whom he has not seen since - 17 years ago - he visited Him for a few minutes on the Hillside). His duties now compel him to take his body far away again to the north, and it may be years before he can return.   He humbly requests Bhagavan to make a strong link with him, and to continue to help him with His grace, in the quest of the Self.   --   Bhagavan then began to describe their activities.   While living on the Hill He had seen a hut built of stones and mud and roofed with thatch. There was constant trouble with white ants.   The roof was pulled down and the walls demolished to get rid of the mud which harboured the ants. Sri Bhagavan saw that the hollows protected by stones were made into towns. These were skirted by walls plastered black, and there were roads to neighbouring cities which were also similarly skirted with black plastered walls. The roads were indicated by these walls. The interior of the town contained holes in which ants used to live. The whole wall was thus tenanted by white ants which ravaged the roofing materials above.   --   D.: But you are addressing God. You are specifying this Arunachala   Hill as God.   M.: You can identify the Self with the body. Should not the devotee identify the Self with Arunachala?   D.: If Arunachala be the Self why should it be specially picked out among so many other Hills? God is everywhere. Why do you specify   Him as Arunachala?   --   In the course of conversation, someone referred to the fact that when Mr.   Brunton and a lady were walking home in the night, they saw a bright glow on half the Hill moving slowly and gently from North to South.   Sri Bhagavan said: This Hill is said to be wisdom in visible shape.   D.: How is it visible to the physical eye?   --   I say to them? I do not call myself a disciple or a Guru.   Q.: How did you approve the building of Skandasramam on the Hill which was temple-land, without previously obtaining permission from the authorities?   M.: Guided by the same Power which made me come here and reside on the Hill.   Q.: When you threw away your cash, etc., within an hour after your arrival in this place, you did so because you did not desire possessions. You never touch money. There were no possessions for several years after your arrival here. How is it that donations are now accepted by the Asramam?   --   The man however has refused the offer of a job to him in one of the local schools and thinks that he has been given a mighty job by the   Hill or by Sri Bhagavan. What that job is the world will know later, he says. He had further anticipated all this days occurrences some months ago and had foretold them to his mother and to his friends.   He is further happy at the happenings.   --   (3) Sri Bhagavan says that the peacock, as soon as it sights a green lizard, goes straight to it and meekly places its neck down before the lizard which bites it off and kills the peacock.   (4) Rangaswami Iyengar was once out on the Hill. A leopard was nearby. He threw a stone. It turned towards him. He hurried away for his life. Sri Bhagavan met him on the way and asked what the matter was. Iyengar simply said leopard as he was running. Sri Bhagavan went where the beast was and it moved away soon after. All this happened at the time of the plague. Leopards used to roam freely by the side of the temple, sometimes in twos and threes.   (5) Sri Bhagavan said, A frog is often compared to a yogi. It remains quiet for a long time, the only sign of life being the rhythmic movement of the under-skin below the neck.   --   1. He was one day given a small speck of some substance on a leaf, to be licked off. It was said to be a good help for digestion. He licked it. Later He had His meal. After some time, the assembled persons appeared to be surrounded by Light (tejomaya). The experience passed away after some time.   2. While He was living in Pavalakunru. He intended to have a bath in one of the rills on the Hillside. Palaniswami was informed of it.   The news spread, that Jada Padmanabhaswami, who was living on the Hill, had arranged with Palaniswami to take Sri Bhagavan to the Hill near his cottage. Palaniswami, without informing Sri Bhagavan, managed to take Him there. A great reception awaited Him. A seat was arranged for Him, milk and fruits were offered and J. P. waited on Him with great kindness.   3. J.P., though represented in the book Self-Realisation as having sought to injure Sri Bhagavan, was really kind to Him and his pranks were misunderstood to be acts of malice. His only weakness was that he wanted to make capital out of Sri Bhagavan for raising funds; which, of course, the Maharshi did not like. There was nothing wrong with J.P.   --   After drying up in the sun it appeared dark.   8. When living on the Hill Sri Bhagavan used to help in the pooja of   J. P., ringing the bell, washing the vessels, etc., all along remaining silent. He also used to read medical works, e.g., Ashtanga Hridayam in Malayalam and point out the treatment contained in the book for the patients who sought the other sadhus help. That sadhu did not himself know how to read these works.   --   Talk 359.   At about 7-30 a.m. Sri Bhagavan was climbing up the Hill after breakfast. Padananda went and prostrated, stood up and said, All right, I have had darsan ... I shall return.   Sri Bhagavan smilingly, Whose darsan? Why dont you say that you gave darsan to me?   --   Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi separate. So long as there is the sense of separation there will be afflicting thoughts. If the original source is regained and the sense of separation is put an end to, there is peace.   Consider what happens when a stone is thrown up. It leaves its source and is projected up, tries to come down and is always in motion until it regains its source, where it is at rest. So also the waters of the ocean evaporate, form clouds which are moved by winds, condense into water, fall as rain and the waters roll down the Hill in streams and rivers, until they reach their original source, the ocean, reaching which they are at peace. Thus, you see, wherever there is a sense of separateness from the source there is agitation and movement until the sense of separateness is lost. So it is with yourself. Now that you identify yourself with the body you think that you are separate from the Spirit - the true   Self. You must regain your source before the false identity ceases and you are happy.   --   Talk 412.   Once on a cold day Sri Bhagavan was sitting in a cave on the Hill with   His hands folded on the breast as a protection against the cold. Some

1.24_-_(Epic_Poetry_continued.)_Further_points_of_agreement_with_Tragedy., #Poetics, #Aristotle, #Christianity      The element of the wonderful is required in Tragedy. The irrational, on which the wonderful depends for its chief effects, has wider scope in Epic poetry, because there the person acting is not seen. Thus, the pursuit of Hector would be ludicrous if placed upon the stage--the Greeks standing still and not joining in the pursuit, and AcHilles waving them back. But in the Epic poem the absurdity passes unnoticed.

1.24_-_Necromancy_and_Spiritism, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy        It was the story of a Bolshevik who conversed with a corpse. He told it to me himself, and undoubtedly believed it, although he was an average tough Bolshevik who naturally disbelieved in Heaven and Hell and a Life beyond the Grave. This man was doing 'underground' revolutionary work in St. Petersburg when the War broke out; but he was caught by the police and exiled to the far north of Siberia. In the second winter of the War he escaped from his prison camp and reached an Eskimo village where they gave him shelter until the spring. They lived, he said, in beastly conditions, and the only one whom he could talk to was the Shaman, or medicine man, who knew a little Russian. The Shaman once boasted that he could foretell the future, which my Bolshevik friend ridiculed. The next day the Shaman took him to a cave in the side of a Hill in which there was a big transparent block of ice enclosing the naked body of a man a white man, not a native apparently about thirty years of age with no sign of a wound anywhere. The man's head, which was clean-shaven, was outside the block of ice; the eyes were closed and the features were European. The shaman then lit a fire and burnt some leaves, threw powder on them muttering incantations, and there was a heavy aromatic smoke. He said in Russian to the bolshevik, 'Ask what you want to know.' The Bolshevik spoke in German; he was sure that the Shaman knew no German, but he was equally sure he saw the lips move and heard it answer, clearly, in German.

1.24_-_On_Beauty, #The Prophet, #Kahlil Gibran, #Poetry      In winter say the snow-bound, She shall come with the spring leaping upon the Hills.

1.25_-_Fascinations,_Invisibility,_Levitation,_Transmutations,_.Kinks_in_Time., #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      At one time, in Sicily, this happened nearly every day. Our party, strolling down to our bathing bay the loveliest spot of its kind that I have ever seen over a Hillside where there wasn't cover for a rabbit, would lose sight of me, look, and fail to find me, though I was walking in their midst. At first, astonishment, bewilderment; at last, so normal had it become: "He's invisible again."

1.26_-_The_Ascending_Series_of_Substance, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      9:The principle which underlies this continually ascending experience and vision uplifted beyond the material formulation of things is that all cosmic existence is a complex harmony and does not finish with the limited range of consciousness in which the ordinary human mind and life are content to be imprisoned. Being, consciousness, force, substance descend and ascend a many-runged ladder on each step of which being has a vaster self-extension, consciousness a wider sense of its own range and largeness and joy, force a greater intensity and a more rapid and blissful capacity, substance gives a more subtle, plastic, buoyant and flexible rendering of its primal reality. For the more subtle is also the more powerful, - one might say, the more truly concrete; it is less bound than the gross, it has a greater permanence in its being along with a greater potentiality, plasticity and range in its becoming. Each plateau of the Hill of being gives to our widening experience a higher plane of our consciousness and a richer world for our existence.

1.26_-_The_Eighth_Bolgia_Evil_Counsellors._Ulysses_and_Diomed._Ulysses'_Last_Voyage., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   Have given me good, I may myself not grudge it.   As many as the hind (who on the Hill   Rests at the time when he who lights the world   --   Therein is wept the craft, for which being dead   Deidamia still deplores AcHilles,   And pain for the Palladium there is borne."

1.28_-_Need_to_Define_.God.,_.Self.,_etc., #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      Skeat seems to connect it with Hills, swellings, boils, the maternal breast; is that reason enough for us to connect it with the idea of advantage, or "superiority" merely translates it into Latin! worth, or no, it's really too difficult. Of course, sometimes it has a "bad" meaning, as of temperature in fever; but nearly always it implies a condition preferable to "low."      --        It was in the Sun and Moon, he admitted; it was in the Son of Heaven and in the Superior Man. (Not George Nathaniel Curzon, however). It was in the Blossoms of Springtide, and in the cHilling winds that swept over from Siberia, and in the Wild Geese that it bore Southward when their instinct bade them. In short, the catalogue began to look is if it were going to extend indefinitely; and an impatient disciple, pointing to certain traces left by a mule in its recent passage, asked: "And is the Tao also in that?" The Master nodded, and echoed: "Also in that."

1.300_-_1.400_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism   The man however has refused the offer of a job to him in one of the local schools and thinks that he has been given a mighty job by the   Hill or by Sri Bhagavan. "What that job is the world will know later", he says. He had further anticipated all this day's occurrences some months ago and had foretold them to his mother and to his friends.      --      (4) Rangaswami Iyengar was once out on the Hill. A leopard was nearby. He threw a stone. It turned towards him. He hurried away for his life. Sri Bhagavan met him on the way and asked what the matter was. Iyengar simply said 'leopard' as he was running. Sri Bhagavan went where the beast was and it moved away soon after. All this happened at the time of the plague. Leopards used to roam freely by the side of the temple, sometimes in twos and threes.      --      2. While He was living in Pavalakunru. He intended to have a bath in one of the rills on the Hillside. Palaniswami was informed of it.      The news spread, that Jada Padmanabhaswami, who was living on the Hill, had arranged with Palaniswami to take Sri Bhagavan to the Hill near his cottage. Palaniswami, without informing Sri Bhagavan, managed to take Him there. A great reception awaited Him. A seat was arranged for Him, milk and fruits were offered and J. P. waited on Him with great kindness.      --      8. When living on the Hill Sri Bhagavan used to help in the pooja of   J. P., ringing the bell, washing the vessels, etc., all along remaining silent. He also used to read medical works, e.g., Ashtanga Hridayam in Malayalam and point out the treatment contained in the book for the patients who sought the other sadhu's help. That sadhu did not himself know how to read these works.   --      At about 7-30 a.m. Sri Bhagavan was climbing up the Hill after breakfast. Padananda went and prostrated, stood up and said, "All right, I have had darsan ... I shall return."   Sri Bhagavan smilingly, "Whose darsan? Why don't you say that you gave darsan to me?"   --      Consider what happens when a stone is thrown up. It leaves its source and is projected up, tries to come down and is always in motion until it regains its source, where it is at rest. So also the waters of the ocean evaporate, form clouds which are moved by winds, condense into water, fall as rain and the waters roll down the Hill in streams and rivers, until they reach their original source, the ocean, reaching which they are at peace. Thus, you see, wherever there is a sense of separateness from the source there is agitation and movement until the sense of separateness is lost. So it is with yourself. Now that you identify yourself with the body you think that you are separate from the Spirit - the true   Self. You must regain your source before the false identity ceases and you are happy.

1.30_-_Other_Falsifiers_or_Forgers._Gianni_Schicchi,_Myrrha,_Adam_of_Brescia,_Potiphar's_Wife,_and_Sinon_of_Troy., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   And now, alas! a drop of water crave.   The rivulets, that from the verdant Hills   Of Cassentin descend down into Arno,

1.31_-_The_Giants,_Nimrod,_Ephialtes,_and_Antaeus._Descent_to_Cocytus., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   And then held out to me the medicine;   Thus do I hear that once AcHilles' spear,   His and his father's, used to be the cause

1.400_-_1.450_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism      Once on a cold day Sri Bhagavan was sitting in a cave on the Hill with   His hands folded on the breast as a protection against the cold. Some

1.40_-_Coincidence, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      I shall now conduct you, no less firmly than Mr. E. PHillips Oppenheim, to Monte Carlo.

1.439, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism   Talk 473.   Someone remarked: It is said that they get mukti unasked who live or die within a radius of 30 miles round Arunachala. It is also admitted that only by jnana is liberation obtained. The purana also remarks that Vedanta Vijnana is difficult to get. So mukti is difficult. But life or death round about the Hill bestows mukti so easily. How can it be?   M.: Siva says, By My command. Those who live here need no initiation, diksha, etc., but get mukti.. Such is the command of Siva.   --   Talk 492.   In a suit by the temple against the Government regarding the ownership of the Hill Sri Bhagavan was cited as a witness. He was examined by a commission. In the course of the examination-in-chief Sri Bhagavan said that Siva always remains in three forms: (1) as Parabrahman (2) as Linga (here as the Hill) and (3) as Siddha. (Brahma Rupa; Linga   Rupa; Siddha Rupa).   There are some tirthas on the Hill, e.g., Mulaipal Tirtha and Pada   Tirtha, said to have been originated for or by Virupakshi Devar and   --   Siva originally appeared as a column of Light. On being prayed to, the   Light disappeared into the Hill and manifested as Linga. Both are Siva.   Maharshi said: The buildings or asramams grow around me. I do not wish for them. I do not ask for them nor prevent their formation. I have known that actions are done even though I did not want them to be done. So I conclude that they must happen and I therefore do not say no.   --   The Swami of Sri Ramakrishna Mission had more questions to ask:   Swamiji, I went up the Hill to see the asramas in which you lived in your youth. I have also read your life. May I know if you did not then feel that there is God to whom you should pray or that you should practise something in order to reach this state?   M.: Read the life and you will understand. Jnana and ajnana are of the same degree of truth; that is, both are imagined by the ignorant; that is not true from the standpoint of the Jnani.   --   When the ancient sage was staying in Ariyanainallur an old man who carried a flower-basket came to him. The young sage asked the old man who he was. The latter replied that he was a servitor of Sri   Arunachala the God residing as the Hill here.   Sage: How far is it from here?   --   You are a dense mass of jnana, capable of removing the I-am-thebody idea from Your devotees! Herds of gazelles, of boars and of bears come down Your slopes in the night to search for food on the plains. Herds of elephants go from the plains to Your slopes where they may rest. So different herds of animals meet on Your slopes.   Sri Bhagavan continued: So this Hill must have been a dense forest   1,500 years ago. It has since been denuded of the forests by the woodcutters, etc., through these several centuries.   --   Talk 539.   When Sri Bhagavan was going up the Hill, the Swami asked: Does the closing or the opening of the eyes make any difference during dhyana?   M.: If you strike on a wall with a rubber-ball and you stand at a distance, the ball rebounds and runs back to you. If you stand near the wall, the ball rebounds and runs away from you. Even if the eyes are closed, the mind follows thoughts.   --   the spinal column and the solar plexus.   When I was on the Hill, Nayana (Kavyakantha Ganapathi Muni)   once argued that the brain was the seat of the vasanas, because it   --   Talk 621.   Mr. Raj Krishna found Sri Bhagavan alone on the Hill at about 5-30   p.m. and prayed: I have been desiring since my tenth year to have a

1.44_-_Serious_Style_of_A.C.,_or_the_Apparent_Frivolity_of_Some_of_my_Remarks, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      Alas! It is unlikely that either you or I should come upon a copy of Max Beerbohm's portrait of Mathew Arnold; but Raven Hill's famous cartoon is history, and can be told as such without the illustration.      --      Well, in those days there were Music-halls; I can't hope to explain to you what they were like, but they were jolly. (I'm afraid that there's another word beyond the scope of your universe!) At the Empire, Leicester Square, which at that time actually looked as if it had been lifted bodily from the "Continong" (a very wicked place) there was a promenade, with bars complete (drinking bars, my dear child, I blush to say) where one might hope to find "strength and beauty met together, Kindle their image like a star in a sea of glassy weather." There one might always find London's "soiled doves" (as they revoltingly called them in the papers) of every type: Theodora (celebrated "Christian" Empress) and Phryne, Messalina and Thais, Baudelaire's swarthy mistress, and Nana, Moll Flanders and Fanny Hill.      --      So here we had the trial of some harmless girl for "accosting;" it was a scene from this that inspired Raven Hill's admirable cartoon.

1.450_-_1.500_Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism      Someone remarked: It is said that they get mukti unasked who live or die within a radius of 30 miles round Arunachala. It is also admitted that only by jnana is liberation obtained. The purana also remarks that Vedanta Vijnana is difficult to get. So mukti is difficult. But life or death round about the Hill bestows mukti so easily. How can it be?   M.: Siva says, "By My command." Those who live here need no initiation, diksha, etc., but get mukti.. Such is the command of Siva.   --      In a suit by the temple against the Government regarding the ownership of the Hill Sri Bhagavan was cited as a witness. He was examined by a commission. In the course of the examination-in-chief Sri Bhagavan said that Siva always remains in three forms: (1) as Parabrahman (2) as Linga (here as the Hill) and (3) as Siddha. (Brahma Rupa; Linga   Rupa; Siddha Rupa).      There are some tirthas on the Hill, e.g., Mulaipal Tirtha and Pada   Tirtha, said to have been originated for or by Virupakshi Devar and   --   Siva originally appeared as a column of Light. On being prayed to, the   Light disappeared into the Hill and manifested as Linga. Both are Siva.      --   The Swami of Sri Ramakrishna Mission had more questions to ask:   Swamiji, I went up the Hill to see the asramas in which you lived in your youth. I have also read your life. May I know if you did not then feel that there is God to whom you should pray or that you should practise something in order to reach this state?   M.: Read the life and you will understand. Jnana and ajnana are of the same degree of truth; that is, both are imagined by the ignorant; that is not true from the standpoint of the Jnani.

1.46_-_Selfishness, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      Selfishness? I am glad to find you worrying that bone, for it has plenty of meat on it; fine juicy meat, none of your CHilled Argentine or Canterbury lamb. It is a pelvis, what's more; for in a way the whole structure of the ethics of Thelema is founded upon it. There is some danger here; for the question is a booby trap for the noble, the generous, the high-minded.

1.51_-_How_to_Recognise_Masters,_Angels,_etc.,_and_how_they_Work, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy        I once more solemnly renounced all that I have or am. On departing (at midnight from the topmost point of the Hill which crowns my estate) instantly shone the moon, two days before her fullness, over the Hills among the clouds.      --      We finally decided to do what he asked, though part of my objection was founded on his refusal to give us absolutely definite instruction. However, we crossed the Passes in a sleigh to Chiavenna, whence we took the train to Milan. In this city we had a final conversation with Ab-ul-Diz. I had exhausted his patience, as he mine, and he told us that he would not visit us any more. He gave us his final instructions. We were to go to Rome, though he refused to name the exact spot. We were to take a villa and there write Book 4. I asked him how we might recognize the right Villa. I forget what answer he gave through her, but for the first time he flashed a message directly into my own consciousness. "You will recognize it beyond the possibility of doubt or error," he told me. With this a picture came into my mind of a Hillside on which were a house and garden marked by two tall Persian Nuts.      --      I was entirely overwhelmed. I jumped out of the car and ran up to the house. I found Virakam in the main room. The instant I entered I understood that it was entirely suited for a temple. The walls were decorated with crude frescoes which somehow suggested the exact atmosphere proper to the Work. The very shape of the room seemed somehow significant. Further, it seemed as if it were filled with a peculiar emanation. This impression must not be dismissed as sheer fancy. Few men but are sufficiently sensitive to distinguish the spiritual aura of certain buildings. It is impossible not to feel reverence in certain cathedrals and temples. The most ordinary dwelling houses often possess an atmosphere of their own; some depress, some cheer; some disgust, others strike cHill to the heart.