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66 INTERIOR VISION.
ready for his infinite voyage; and from the terraces of heaven, without sound or farewell, at once they wheeled away into endless space. Sometimes with the solemn flight of angel-wing they fled through Zaarrahs of darkness, through wildernesses of death, that divided the worlds of life; sometimes they swept over frontiers, that were quickening, under prophetic motions, towards a life not yet realized. Then, from a distance that is counted only in heaven, light dawned, for a time, through a sleepy film. By unutterable pace the light swept to them, they by unutterable pace to the light. In a moment the rushing of planets was uponthem; in a moment the blazing of suns was aroundthem. Then came eternities of twilight, that revealed, but were not revealed. To the right hand and to the left towered mighty constellations, that by self-repetitions and by answers from afar, that by counter-positions, that by mysterious combinations, built up triumphal gates, whose architraves, whose archways — horizontal, upright — rested, rose — at altitudes, by spans, that seemed ghostly from infinitude. Without measures were the architraves, past number were the archways, beyond memory the gates. Within were stairs that scaled the eternities above, that descended to the eternities below. Above was below, below was above, to the man stripped of grayvitating body. Depth was swallowed up in height insurmountable, height was swallowed up in depth unfathomable. Suddenly as thus they rode from infinite to infinite, suddenly as thus they tilted over abysmal worlds, a mighty cry arose — that systems more mysterious, worlds more billowy — other heights, and other depths — were dawning, were nearing, were at hand.
«Then the man sighed, stopped, shuddered, and wept. His overladen heart uttered itself in tears; and he said, ‘‘ Angel, Iwill go no farther! For the spirit of man aches under this infinity. Insufferable is the glory of God’s house. Let me lie down in the grave, that I may find rest from the persecutions of the Infinite! For end, I see, there is none.” And from all the listening stars that shone around issued one choral chant: “Even soitis! Angel, thou knowest that itis. End there is none that ever yet we heard of.’—<‘‘End is there none?” the angel solemnly demanded. ‘‘ And is this the sorrow thatkills you?” But no voice answered, that he might answer himself. Then the angel threw up his glorious. hands to the heaven of heavens, saying, ‘‘ End is there none to the universe of God? Lo, also, THERE IS NO BEGINNING! ”?
«If the bond of the whole visible world be the onion magnetism, then the immortal, unparticled Spirit, of which this Magnetism be the shadow, may be that ineffable potentiality in which the real religion shall be, alone, possible. In this manner shall Sainthood be true of all time. In this ‘ new world of the old world,’ shall miracle be possible. In this manner out of the familiar shall come the wonderful. In this angelic imedium shall Heaven be! And alonebe.” .. .
“In my book [have sought to cast loose the chains which men think
ready for his infinite voyage; and from the terraces of heaven, without sound or farewell, at once they wheeled away into endless space. Sometimes with the solemn flight of angel-wing they fled through Zaarrahs of darkness, through wildernesses of death, that divided the worlds of life; sometimes they swept over frontiers, that were quickening, under prophetic motions, towards a life not yet realized. Then, from a distance that is counted only in heaven, light dawned, for a time, through a sleepy film. By unutterable pace the light swept to them, they by unutterable pace to the light. In a moment the rushing of planets was uponthem; in a moment the blazing of suns was aroundthem. Then came eternities of twilight, that revealed, but were not revealed. To the right hand and to the left towered mighty constellations, that by self-repetitions and by answers from afar, that by counter-positions, that by mysterious combinations, built up triumphal gates, whose architraves, whose archways — horizontal, upright — rested, rose — at altitudes, by spans, that seemed ghostly from infinitude. Without measures were the architraves, past number were the archways, beyond memory the gates. Within were stairs that scaled the eternities above, that descended to the eternities below. Above was below, below was above, to the man stripped of grayvitating body. Depth was swallowed up in height insurmountable, height was swallowed up in depth unfathomable. Suddenly as thus they rode from infinite to infinite, suddenly as thus they tilted over abysmal worlds, a mighty cry arose — that systems more mysterious, worlds more billowy — other heights, and other depths — were dawning, were nearing, were at hand.
«Then the man sighed, stopped, shuddered, and wept. His overladen heart uttered itself in tears; and he said, ‘‘ Angel, Iwill go no farther! For the spirit of man aches under this infinity. Insufferable is the glory of God’s house. Let me lie down in the grave, that I may find rest from the persecutions of the Infinite! For end, I see, there is none.” And from all the listening stars that shone around issued one choral chant: “Even soitis! Angel, thou knowest that itis. End there is none that ever yet we heard of.’—<‘‘End is there none?” the angel solemnly demanded. ‘‘ And is this the sorrow thatkills you?” But no voice answered, that he might answer himself. Then the angel threw up his glorious. hands to the heaven of heavens, saying, ‘‘ End is there none to the universe of God? Lo, also, THERE IS NO BEGINNING! ”?
«If the bond of the whole visible world be the onion magnetism, then the immortal, unparticled Spirit, of which this Magnetism be the shadow, may be that ineffable potentiality in which the real religion shall be, alone, possible. In this manner shall Sainthood be true of all time. In this ‘ new world of the old world,’ shall miracle be possible. In this manner out of the familiar shall come the wonderful. In this angelic imedium shall Heaven be! And alonebe.” .. .
“In my book [have sought to cast loose the chains which men think
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