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There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which Breathe, In Their Entirety And In Every Detail, The Divine Breath Of Irony. In Such Poemsthere Lives A Real Transcendental Buffoonery. Their Interior Is Permeated By The Mood Which Surveys Everything And Rises Infinitely Above Everything Limited, Even Above The Poet's Own Art, Virtue, And Genius; And Their Exterior Form By The Histrionic Style Of An Ordinary Good Italian Buffo.

Philosophy Is The True Home Of Irony, Which Might Be Defined As Logical Beauty: For Wherever Men Are Philosophizing In Spoken Or Written Dialogues, And Provided They Are Not Entirely Systematic, Irony Ought To Be Produced And Postulated; Even The Stoics Regarded Urbanity As A Virtue.

Religion Must Completely Encircle The Spirit Of Ethical Man Like His Element, And This Luminous Chaos Of Divine Thoughts And Feelings Is Called Enthusiasm.

The Need To Raise Itself Above Humanity Is Humanity's Main Characteristic.

What Do The Few Existing Mystics Still Do? -- They More Or Less Mold The Raw Chaos Of Already Existing Religion. But Only In An Isolated, Insignificant Manner, Through Feeble Attempts. Do It In A Grand Manner From All Aspects With Unified Efforts, And Let Us Awaken All Religions From Their Graves, Newly Revivify And Form The Immortal Ones Through The Omnipotence Of Art And Science.