The Life of the Bee 
dwelt in, and kindled, the heart and the 
reason whereinto these truths should 
descend. Happy the eyes that need no 
illusion to see that the spectacle is great! 
It is illusion that teaches the others to 
look, to admire, and rejoice. And look 
as high as they will, they never can look 
too high. Truth rises as they draw 
nearer; they draw nearer when they ad- 
mire. And whatever the heights may be 
whereon they rejoice, this rejoicing can 
never take place in the void, or above 
the unknown and eternal truth that rests 
over all things like beauty in suspense. 
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Does this mean that we should attach 
ourselves to falsehood, to an unreal and 
factitious poetry, and find our gladness 
therein for want of anything better? Or 
that in the example before us—in itself 
nothing, but we dwell on it because it 
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