Climb down, O lordly mind!
O — eagle of the mind, alas, you are more like a
buzzard.
Come down now, from your pre-eminence, O mind, O lofty
spirit!
Your hour has struck
your unique day is over.
Absolutism is finished, in the human consciousness
too.
A man is many things, he is not only a mind.
But in his consciousness, he is two-fold at least;
he is cerebral, intellectual, mental, spiritual,
but also he is instinctive, intuitive, and in
touch.
The mind that needs to know all things
must needs at last come to know its own limits,
even its own nullity, beyond a certain
point.
Know thyself, and that thou art mortal,
and therefore, that thou art forever unknowable;
the mind can never reach thee.
Thou art like the moon,
and the white mind shines on one side of thee
but the other side is dark forever,
and the dark moon draws the tides also.
Thou art like the day
but thou art also like the night,
and thy darkness is forever invisible,
for the strongest light throws also the darkest
shadow.
The blood knows in darkness, and forever dark,
in touch, by intuition, instinctively,
The blood also knows religiously,
and of this, the mind is incapable,
The mind is non-religious.
To my dark heart, gods are.
In my dark heart, love is and is not.
But to my white mind
gods and love alike are but an idea
a kind of fiction.
Man is an alternating consciousness.
Man is an alternating consciousness.
Only that exists which exists in my own
consciousness.
Cogito, ergo sum.
Only that exists which exists dynamically and unmentalised,
in
my blood.
Non cogito, ergo sum.
I am, I do not think I am.