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03.01_-_The_Pursuit_of_the_Unknowable

07.02_-_The_Parable_of_the_Search_for_the_Soul

10.02_-_The_Gospel_of_Death_and_Vanity_of_the_Ideal

1.04_-_Nothing_Exists_Per_Se_Except_Atoms_And_The_Void

1f.lovecraft_-_The_Dreams_in_the_Witch_House

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1:We sought a tribal society, to be close to each other, not to sit behind a television with our families and not see our families, not just to watch the evening news and the inane comedies designed to pacify the multitudes, but rather to explore ourselves. ~ Frederick Lenz

2:Normally, Dominic appreciated his even temper, but today it grated on him. Maybe the forty or so hours without sleep were beginning to catch up with him. He fought an impulse to toss his phone over the metal railing. The world wasn’t the orderly, rational place Jake liked to organize it into. It was messy. It was ugly. And, most recently, it lacked justice. “How is Boston?” The inane question almost sent Dominic over the edge. “How do you think? ~ Ruth Cardello

3:I see myself––an angel!––and I die; the window may be art or mysticism, yet I long for rebirth in the former sky where Beauty blooms, my dream being my coronet! But, alas, our low World is suzerain! even in this retreat it can be too loathsome––till the foul vomit of the Inane drives me to stop my nose before the blue. O Self familiar with these bitter things, can the glass outraged by that monster be shattered? can I flee with my featherless wings–– and risk falling through all eternity? ~ St phane Mallarm

4:It is a delightful thing to write, to cease to be oneself, to flow through the whole creation of which one speaks. Today, for example, man and woman at the same time, lover and mistress at once, I rode horseback through a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was the horses, the leaves, the wind, the words they said to each other and the red sun that beat down on their eyelids, heavy with love, and made them droop. Is this pride or piety? Is it the inane outpouring of egotism, or a vague and noble religious instinct? When I think it over, after experiencing these delights, I would be tempted to offer a prayer of gratitude to God, if I were sure he could hear me. ~ Gustave Flaubert

5:The Secret Of The Universe AN ODE (By a Western Spinning Dervish) I SPIN, I spin, around, around, And close my eyes, And let the bile arise From the sacred region of the soul’s Profound; Then gaze upon the world; how strange! how new! The earth and heaven are one, The horizon-line is gone, The sky how green! the land how fair and blue! Perplexing items fade from my large view, And thought which vexed me with its false and true Is swallowed up in Intuition; this, This is the sole true mode Of reaching God, And gaining the universal synthesis Which makes All—One; while fools with peering eyes Dissect, divide, and vainly analyse. So round, and round, and round again! How the whole globe swells within my brain, The stars inside my lids appear, The murmur of the spheres I hear Throbbing and beating in each ear; Right in my navel I can feel The centre of the world’s great wheel. Ah peace divine, bliss dear and deep, No stay, no stop, Like any top Whirling with swiftest speed, I sleep. O ye devout ones round me coming, Listen! I think that I am humming; No utterance of the servile mind With poor chop-logic rules agreeing Here shall ye find, But inarticulate burr of man’s unsundered being. Ah, could we but devise some plan, Some patent jack by which a man 27 Might hold himself ever in harmony With the great whole, and spin perpetually, As all things spin Without, within, As Time spins off into Eternity, And Space into the inane Immensity, And the Finite into God’s Infinity, Spin, spin, spin, spin. ~ Edward Dowden

6:To The Comet Of 1843 Thy purpose, heavenly stranger, who may tell But Him, who linked thee to the starry whole? Wherefore, in this our darkness, be it ours To must upon thee in thy high career, As of some wandering symphony from amidst Those highest stellar harmonies that track Through infinite space and the great rounds of time The mighty marches of creation. Behold, how high thou travellest in heaven! Myriads of wondering human spirits here, Duly each night with upturned looks seek out The mystery of thy advent. In thy last Bright visitation, even thus thou saw’st The young, the lovely, and the wise of earth— A buried generation—crowding out, With looks upturned, to see thee passing forth Beyond the signs of time—and then to know, In all the awful vastness of the heaven, Thy place no more! And when the flaming steps Of thy unspeakable speed, which of itself Blows back the long strands of thy burning hair Through half the arch of night, shall lead thee forth Into the dim of the inane, beyond Our utmost vision; all the eloquent eyes Now opened wide with welcome and with wonder— Eyes tender as the turtle’s, or that speak The fervent soul and the majestic mind; All these, alas!—all these, ere thou once more Shalt drive thus fulgently around the sun Thy chariot of fire, fast closed in dust And mortal darkness, shall have given for aye Their lustre to the grave. But human eyes As many and beautiful—yea, more sublime And radiant in their passion, from a more Enlarged communion with the spirit of truth,— Shall welcome thee instead, mysterious stranger, 270 When thou return’st anew. And thus to think Consoles us, even while we watch thee pass Out of our times for ever; yea, although Some selfish entertainment of a truth At all times mournful, whisper us the while: So shall it be indeed, for God abides, And nature, born of His eternal power, Must share its dateless energy as well. Yea, all that flows from the Eternal must, If from divine necessity alone, Work with its cause for ever—still, alas! Though thence derived, how fugitive and swift, How vague and shadow-like, this life of Man! ~ Charles Harpur

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   3 Savitri

03.01 - The Pursuit of the Unknowable, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   But when the uplifting Deity withdrew,   Existence lost its aim in the Inane.   The order of the immemorial planes,   --   Which offered nothing to the grasp of Thought,   His spirit faced the adventure of the Inane.   Abandoned by the worlds of Form he strove.

07.02 - The Parable of the Search for the Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   Unconscious of her own exploits she worked,   Shaping a universe out of the Inane.

10.02 - The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   By whim the formulas of Necessity,   Founded on the hollow ground of the Inane   The sure bizarrerie of Nature's scheme.   --   I struck out the supreme original spark   And spread its sparse ranked armies through the Inane,   Manufactured the stars from the occult radiances,

1.04 - Nothing Exists Per Se Except Atoms And The Void, #Of The Nature Of Things, #Lucretius, #Poetry   By reasonings of mind. Again, without   That place and room, which we do call the Inane,   Nowhere could bodies then be set, nor go   --   On any side, 'twill be naught else but that   Which we do call the empty, the Inane.   Again, whate'er exists, as of itself,   --   Naught, saving body, acts, is acted on;   Naught but the Inane can furnish room. And thus,   Beside the Inane and bodies, is no third   Nature amid the number of all things-

1f.lovecraft - The Dreams in the Witch House, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Kabbalah    lessened or divided itself. After that he killed the time at a cheap    cinema show, seeing the Inane performance over and over again without    paying any attention to it.