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Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

Tools Arm The Man. One Can Well Say That Man Is Capable Of Bringing Forth A World; He Lacks Only The Necessary Apparatus, The Corresponding Armature Of His Sensory Tools. The Beginning Is There. Thus The Principle Of A Warship Lies In The Idea Of The Shipbuilder, Who Is Able To Incorporate This Thought By Making Himself Into A Gigantic Machine, As It Were, Through A Mass Of Men And Appropriate Tools And Materials. Thus The Idea Of A Moment Often Required Monstrous Organs, Monstrous Masses Of Materials, And Man Is Therefore A Potential, If Not An Actual Creator.

Imagination Places The Future World For Us Either Above Or Below Or In Reincarnation. We Dream Of Travels Throughout The Universe: Is Not The Universe Within Us? We Do Not Know The Depths Of Our Spirit. The Mysterious Path Leads Within. In Us, Or Nowhere, Lies Eternity With Its Worlds, The Past And The Future.

The Highest Purpose Of Intellectual Cultivation Is To Give A Man A Perfect Knowledge And Mastery Of His Own Inner Self.