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science some cerebral dot, according to the age, sets up for monarch, 

 whereas in myth the whole man, all dots included, is tremblingly 

 alive to the existence in nature of some living God or Gods, whom 

 he approaches according to his revelations. 



Let us, then, rid ourselves of the blur, that man is limited by 

 being a man; when the reverse is true, that what cramps him is, 

 that he is not a man. The human form is emancipation from the 

 prison-house of the inferior creatures. Each man is indeed limited 

 as a man, but manhood itself is a ladder of infinites. 



The mind, as we have anticipated, is in the human form. For 

 it is in every part of the body, co-extensive and co-intensive with 

 the organism. This is only to say that we are conscious of our- 

 selves. As the eye sees the human form of its owner, the mind sees 

 and feels its own human form, though in its own peculiar way. We 

 are solid statues of consciousness of just the size of the bodily frame. 

 This is self-evident when it is not dwelt upon too much. For as 

 there are objects that the eye is meant to see very seldom — viz., the 

 face and person of him who carries the eye, so there are truths which 

 the mind, unless full of the looking-glass, regards but for a moment, 

 and then leaves them — viz., self-consciousness and its bodily form. 

 Each cursory glance of- this kind finds the mind in the human shape. 

 Whence we know that the sciences and subjects of the mind are 

 part and parcel of the same constitution.* 



As for the passions, poetry embodies them in personal lives, but 

 not before experience has well concluded that they are the humani- 

 ties of their own order. Passions are men, women, or children. 

 Imagine rage, if you can, without starting eye-balls ; or love of 

 power, without commanding eyes and hands. Think of eagerness 

 without legs. Fancy the repose of a being who has nothing to sit 

 upon; the intelligence of one without an eye; the joy of one with- 

 out a face ; the tenderness of one without heart or bowels. The 

 residuum, after every conceivable amputation of the kind, is a philoso- 



* If, however, the vanity of reflection be indulged in too much, philosophy at 

 first sees nothing but its own pretty face in the mirror, and then as it is an intel- 

 lectual person, it concentrates itself on its own obverse eyes, and falling (by the 

 laws of hypnotism) into reverie, it finds plainly enough, from the ground of its 

 own state, that the mind (i, e., its mind) is nothing at all. 



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