EACH FOR ITS OWN SAKE 



it is neither good nor evil, neither divine nor devilish; 

 it is all things to all men, because they are all things 

 to it. It is neither one nor many; it is the Infinite. In 

 these vain attempts to define or describe the inde- 

 finable I have no language but that of the finite, no 

 language but that of our limited or circumscribed 

 relation to the world of concrete and fragmentary 

 things. Hence I am constantly like the plains ranger 

 caught by his own lasso, or the angler caught by his 

 own hook. 



Emerson said that in trying to define the Eternal 

 we need a language that differs from our everyday 

 speech as much as algebra differs from arithmetic. 

 Outside of the physical organism there is neither 

 pleasure nor pain, good nor bad, light nor dark, 

 sound nor silence, heat nor cold, big nor little, hard 

 nor soft ; all these things are but words in which 

 we describe our sensations. When there is no ear, 

 there is no sound, but only motion in the air; when 

 there is no eye, there is no light or color, but only 

 motion in the ether; when there are no nerves, 

 there is no heat or cold, but only motion, more or 

 less, in the molecules of matter. Degrees and dif- 

 ferences belong to the region of our finite minds. 

 In trying to define or state the Infinite, we are off 

 the sphere, outside the realm of experience, and 

 our words have no meaning. 



It is the circular or orbicular character of creation 

 that baffles us. We cannot fit the sphere into the 



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