{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3677", "width": "2774", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS,\\nChap. Copyright No.\\nShelf_Jd3: 3\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3464", "width": "2632", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2664", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3460", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3436", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "MAR 7 1898\\nSO/nE PHILOSOPHY\\nOF THE\\nHERMETICS\\nISSUED BY AUTHORITY OF THE\\nM\\nThere are some who will see and seeing will perceive,\\nothers bearing will understand.\\nB. R. BAUMGARDT CO.\\nPRINTERS AND PUBLISHERS,\\nLOS ANGELF.S, CAL.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a23-\\nC %s", "height": "3476", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Jf\\no o q .r\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1898, by D. P. HATCH\\nOF\\nI,os Angeles, Cal.\\nAll rights reserved.\\nLOS ANGELES, CAL.:\\nB. R. BAUMGARDT CO.\\n231 W. FIRST ST.\\nNEW YORK:\\nTHE METAPHYSICAL PUBLISHING COMPANY\\n465 FIFTH AVE.", "height": "3512", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nPreface 5\\nHermetics 7\\nPhilosophy 9\\nFaith 13\\nConcentration 18\\nPractice 22\\nMemory....... 26\\nImagination 31\\nThe Book of Revelation 37\\nPride and Philosophy 41\\nWho Are the Cranks? 47\\nOne Day 53\\nSecret Grief 56\\nCold Despahi 61\\nBeauty Art\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Power 65\\nSpirits and Devils 70\\nDeath\u00e2\u0080\u0094 What of It? 73\\nNature s Jest 79\\nYour Friend 83\\nThe One Thing 86\\nThe Devil 90\\nThe Pairs 94\\nAdonai 98\\nMagic 103\\ntfL...", "height": "3488", "width": "2540", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3488", "width": "2628", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nNature has a way of concealing and\\nrevealing. She tells half her story out in\\nthe sunshine in a loud voice, and the other\\nhalf in whispers underground.\\nShe is coy like a coquette, and stern like\\na judge. She excites curiosity in the\\nstudent, and dread in the debauchee.\\nShe holds the man of science to her\\nbreast, but is dumb to the lover of pleasure.\\nShe scorns the victim of priestcraft and\\nrepudiates the supernatural. The Sage\\ntakes his cue from his mother; like Nature,\\nhe conceals and reveals. He who would\\nsee other than the smiling, scowling face\\nof Hermes must search the dark places\\nby the light of his own candle Hermes\\nlocks the gate between the outer and inner", "height": "3476", "width": "2576", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Temple and he, only, enters the latter,\\nwho has the pass word and the key.\\nIn reading this book please notice how\\nthe essays vary in style; some of them\\nfalling into a weird rhapsody, others laconic\\nand plain The Mystic will understand the\\nreason of the difference, while another will\\nperuse only the words.\\nThe barbaric splendor of Nature reveals\\ntruth and law as surely as does her terrible\\nlogic. She speaks in poetry and in prose.\\nFacts are rarely ever naked, but often not\\nonly draped but masked. The occult eye\\nsees straight to the heart of a fact, while\\nthe normal lens dwells on the habiliments.\\nEnough has been said save this Man\\ninevitably cometh unto his own.\\nE", "height": "3488", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE HERMETICS.\\nWho were they What are they They\\nwere those who could speak or keep silent.\\nThey are those who whisper or shout. They\\nbelieve in silver and gold. If speech is\\nsilver silence is gold. They believe in the\\nconservation of energy, and its transforma-\\ntion. They believe in the Unit and in the\\nmany the special and the general. They\\nhave found the Philosopher s stone the\\nelixir of life. They catch glimpses of Eldo-\\nrado the promised land. They know time\\nand realize eternity. They comprehend\\ndistance and space. They circumscribe the\\nsquare with the circle, and death with life.\\nThey teach an eternity of being, and an\\nendless variety of form. They wed involu-\\ntion to evolution, and yesterday to tomor-\\nrow. They insist on object as the mirror", "height": "3488", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "of subject, and consciousness as the child of\\nthe two. They hold that Nirvana is poise\\na motionless motion the paradox of\\nbeing.\\nTo find the Hermetic out of Thibet is to\\ndiscover him next door. He is as likely to\\nbe in broadcloth as in adept s robe and as\\npossible in London as in Benares. He is\\nrare. Gold is not picked up without stoop-\\ning, nor the fountain head discovered with-\\nout*searching. Swine are about and pearls\\nare treasured.\\nEnough, save this The false implies the\\ntrue. Chaos, order. The word, secrecy.\\nThe one thing, many.", "height": "3484", "width": "2664", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PHILOSOPHY.\\nWith your heart filled with emotions,\\nyour head stormy with thought; with your\\nback on the years behind you, facing the\\nyears ahead you, a man, stand trembling\\nwith the consciousness of self, and wonder\\nwhat next.\\nPhilosophy ah me Philosophy When\\nthe heart beats to the tune of love, or your\\nbrain throbs with a master-passion Philoso-\\nphy you plunge headlong into life as the\\ncomet into space-living-living-living-only\\nliving.\\nPhilosophy What need have you Your\\nblood surges up to your heart and on to your\\nhead you feel, you think Philosophy\\nLife is for life, you say Philosophy but-\\nbut-you hav nt it-life, only a shiver of it-\\nonly a thrill of it.", "height": "3476", "width": "2620", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "io SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nPhilosophy brings it-life. She is beauti-\\nful she carries a cup in her hand it is\\ngold; she begs you to drink and live. She is\\nyour hand-maiden Philosophy the cup is\\npure metal the drink is elixir life. As\\nman, you are mortal; you have stood in the\\nsunshine so long you are blind. As man,\\nyou are drunk with a drop of pure life;\\nyou have listened so long to the seas, you\\nare deaf. Philosophy brings you the cup and\\nyou drink, and you open your eyes; she waits\\nand you listen and hear what what do\\nyou see do you hear?\\nYourself\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -in the sun, in the sea your-\\nself in the sky, in the air yourself in the\\nwinds, in the stars yourself in the depths,\\nin the heights yourself in the distance\\nyourself nearer home yourself in the open\\nyourself in the closed yourself in the\\nseen and unseen yourself everywhere;\\nyourself in her eyes Philosophy s eyes\\nyourself in her voice Philosophy s voice\\nyourself in the speech of the beasts, in the\\nsong of the birds, the rustling of leaves; in\\nnothing, in something, in naught and in all;", "height": "3516", "width": "2664", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS\\nin negative, positive, neither and both; in\\nyou and in other, in other and you.\\nLife! inward and outward, receding ad-\\nvancing, coming and going Life Feeling\\nis feeling thinking is thinking Life/\\nSleeping is sleeping waking is waking\\nLife I Living is living dying is d}dng\\nLife\\nOpen the windows and breathe the fresh\\nair open the windows and look at the sky\\nopen the windows and feel the soft rain\\nbreathe breathe breathe full to the chest\\nbreathe.\\nI ve traveled the spaces by thinking I ve\\nmounted the zenith by wishing I ve floated\\nin air by a longing I ve melted in mist\\nwhen a dreaming I have flashed in the fire\\nby desiring I have blended in water by\\nlooking I have entered a soul by aspiring.\\nI am many or one I am one or the many.\\nEach day is mine own not anothers; each\\nday is all days, all days are each day.\\nI floated in blood in the veins of a bird,\\nand beat in his heart to the tune of his wings;\\nI sucked at the breast of a flower and dripped", "height": "3484", "width": "2604", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nin the honey of bees; I spun the fine silk of\\na web, and tied up the knots of a snare; I\\nhave lain in the arms of a cloud and turned\\nup my face to the sky; I died and entered\\nthe tomb, and rotted away in a corpse; I\\ncrawled through the pores of the earth in the\\nsucculent bodies of worms, and buried myself\\nin the mire to shiver with cold in a stone.\\nAh Life and Philosophy Wisdom and\\nLife!\\nDo you ask me the reason of all, I give\\nyou the reason of none; do you ask me the\\nreason of none, I give you the wisdom of all.\\nYou burn with desire and you thrill;\\nthen dip in the blood of yourself and write\\non the parchment a scroll, and read in the\\nletters the words, and read in the words the\\ncommand, and in the command the design,\\nand in the design, the beginning and end;\\nand living you read, and reading you live;\\nand cease to be mortal, but soar as a god.\\nIf ever the bush is on fire harken for\\nlanguage and hear; something is speaking\\nlisten and listen something is shining\\nthe bush is on fire.", "height": "3488", "width": "2664", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 13\\nFAITH.\\nWe will present the subject of faith in a\\nsecondary aspect, and show you how to\\nmake out of it a mighty lever towards\\naccomplishing results. We advise you\\nto be alert, and in a certain sense skep-\\ntical in all save the principle upon which\\nyou found your premise.\\nTake as a starting point yourself, for it is\\nnot necessary to travel far from home in\\norder to find a subject on which to work.\\nBelieving in your existence, a priori, and\\nresting upon the fundamental consciousness\\nof the Ego, suppose you branch out into\\na series of unusual experiments as to what\\nthe possibilities of that Ego are.\\nMost people find certain dominant tend-\\nencies uppermost, and are entirely satisfied\\nto develop and live by them, never striving", "height": "3472", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "i 4 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nto discover hidden mines within themselves\\nalong lines where they have not taken the\\ntrouble to penetrate.\\nIf you see a leaf floating on the wave at\\nsea, you have some reason to think that\\nland is near. May it not be possible that\\nsome indication as small as a leaf, floats\\nround on the sea of your being, and you\\nhave failed to draw any conclusion from it.\\nThe mariner discovers the bit of green, and\\nmakes for the shore you discover the sign\\nof unseen things and sail out into deeper\\nwaters.\\nThe lesson we would teach is this, observe\\nthe signs, no matter how insignificant let\\nthem create in you a sort of conditional\\nfaith follow them up and see what you will\\ndiscover.\\nThe scientist is well used to this condi-\\ntional faith it is not absolute faith, but a\\nsuspension of judgment, an abandonment of\\nprejudice, and a simple research based upon\\nindications. When the miner strikes a sign\\nof color, a certain faith is developed in him;\\nit is conditional of course it is based on", "height": "3488", "width": "2664", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 15\\npossibility, not on probability. It is quite a\\ndifferent thing from a man s faith in gravi-\\ntation or repulsion. It is what might be\\ncalled a blind faith and the only excuse for\\nits being is that in time, it will develop into\\na certainty or fall through altogether, in\\nother words prove itself.\\nSuppose for instance, you find at some\\none time, that you have seen clairvoyantly,\\ntreat that as the leaf on the sea of your\\nbeing follow it up, and be not astonished\\nif you land on the shore of an unknown\\ncountry. Your faith which was suf-\\nficient to lead you to explore, has brought\\nyou a certainty which translates itself into\\nan added power.\\nThe reason that we insist on a conditional\\nfaith such as the scientist has, is this; if you\\nblindly follow signs, so swallowed up in\\nyour belief that you are incapacitated to\\nreason, or to think, or to bear disappoint-\\nment, you will become fanatical, and lose\\nyour discrimination and power of judgment.\\nThere is a faith that is prepared for\\neither success or failure it is a kind of half", "height": "3468", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nbelief in a thing, still strong enough to lead\\none to honest, unbiased investigation about\\nit. It is the proper faith for one who inves-\\ntigates spiritualistic, psychic and sleight-of-\\nhand phenomena a watchful, fair, consider-\\nate faith which weighs the pros and cons in\\nan investigation, and allows no undue influ-\\nence to be brought to bear either for or\\nagainst the result sought.\\nThis is strictly the scientific faith, and\\nit is the first essential in the mind of the\\nstudent of Philosophy. It should be laid\\ndown as an axiom by all beginners in the\\npursuit of knowledge, that our desiring or\\nnot desiring a thing to be, cuts no figure in\\nthe investigation. Truth does not arrange\\nherself to suit us, but forces us to conform\\nto her.\\nIf we enter the stud3^ of Philosophy with\\ncertain fixed ideas of what we would like to\\nhave, and of how we wish the Universe to be\\nconducted, we are pretty apt to abandon the\\npursuit when we come to find out that Truth\\ndoes not cut her clothes after a pattern of\\nour own designing. Truth is safe enough", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 17\\nand we can not improve npon her. It is our\\nbusiness to pursue her, and catch and hold\\nsome aspect of her if possible, otherwise we\\nhad better return to our delusions.\\nTo find Truth we must use the scientific\\nmethod, which is always founded upon a\\ntemporary faith a premise assumed for the\\ntime being, as a test of the possibility of the\\nsolution of the problem. This is not the\\nsupreme faith which is founded upon the\\nprinciple of being, and must be the rock\\nupon which we build up any lasting struc-\\nture. It is the shifting faith which can be\\nabandoned, as we find the object upon which\\nit is fixed useful or not but we do insist\\nthat when you start out to explore yourself,\\nand to discover the latent possibilities within\\nyou, that you do as Columbus did, who\\nhoped to find a new Continent, which up to\\nthe day when the first sign of land appeared,\\nwas to him and the whole of Europe an\\nimage and a dream.", "height": "3468", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nCONCENTRATION.\\nWe urged you in the last talk to go on a\\nvoyage of discovery in yourself, and see if\\nsome waking potentiality was awaiting\\ndevelopment. In this paper we desire to\\ninsist on the use of concentration to this effect.\\nYou who think you know how to concen-\\ntrate, will find on attempt at a sustained\\neffort how difficult it is, and how weak you\\nare.\\nLook back and see how many things you\\nhave begun, how many good resolutions you\\nhave made, and how much you have\\nattempted and failed to complete.\\nYouth climbs up the ladder of his own\\nhopes and scans the prospect he expects\\nto do every thing, to conquer every thing;\\nhe levels mountains of opposition in his\\nown mind. He figures on becoming king", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 19\\nof opportunity and creating it at his own\\nbidding. Notice him ten years later sitting\\nat the foot of the ladder of his dreams. He\\nhas spent his summers and his winters, his\\nsprings and his autumns in dabbling.\\nFirst an attempt at this and then at\\nthat, tasting here and there of everything\\nand nourished by nothing. He starts\\ndown a road to view an object, and\\nslips off into a byway to view something\\nelse. He gets to singing a new tune and\\nforgets the first stanza of the old one. He\\nknows people and forgets their names, or he\\nknows their names and forgets their faces.\\nHe is forever experimenting and never\\nfinishing he rests half way up the moun-\\ntain and a positive climax is something that\\nhe knows nothing about.\\nLook over your life and see what you\\nhave done. You have dipped into books,\\nbut they never dipped into you. You have\\nstudied human nature and been cheated a\\nhundred times. You have kissed a friend,\\nand then another without reading the heart\\nof the first. You came to the realm of", "height": "3468", "width": "2512", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nPhilosophy, and wandered aronnd in a maze;\\nyou plucked a leaf and threw it away you\\ninhaled the perfume of a flower and passed\\non; you gathered a bouquet and tossed it\\ninto the stream you dabbled your feet in\\nthe water, and washed your face in the dew\\nand then, you entered the front door of a\\nchurch and passed out at the rear.\\nYou tickled the wings of cupid, and he\\nflew away, and sitting down on a grave you\\nsighed and the next week, you danced.\\nSuch your life. Now you come to our doors\\nand knock and we say to you, from behind\\nthe lock, Can you look at the point\\nof a pin and look and look. Can you\\nrest on a premise, and think and think\\nup to the conclusion can you pile up\\nfacts on facts to the pinnacle of a principle\\ncan you study on one line to the very end of\\nthe question can you act on your conclu-\\nsion as against the world can you resist\\nstraying to the right and left when you have\\nstarted towards a place or condition can\\nyou keep on aiming with the same stone at\\nthe same spot till you hit it can you stay", "height": "3488", "width": "2764", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS\\nfixed in any pursuit any length of time, or\\nare you a child?\\nStart out with yourself and follow the leaf\\non the wave of your sea; follow follow\\nconcentrate and follow, by the blind faith\\nof science, some sign in yourself till its value\\nbe disclosed. Be like the dog that gives\\nchase, and is bound to be in at the death or\\nthe capture.\\nWe tell you now, at the very inception of\\nthe study of Philosophy, that you must have\\ntwo kinds of faith; one absolute, the other\\nsecondary and changeable; also concentra-\\ntion; without these it is useless to go on.\\nTo cultivate concentration you must prac-\\ntice. Cultivate that bull-dog tenacity to hold\\non to a thing till you know what it is, if you\\nhave once decided to grapple with it.\\nLook into yourself and see if your past\\nindicates concentration if not, begin.", "height": "3476", "width": "2516", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nPRACTICE.\\nThere is something truly pathetic in the\\nlives of those who preach and do not practice;\\nwho revel in the generalities of Philosophy\\nas a sort of intellectual tonic, and are at the\\nsame time too. lazy to try the formulas and\\nhold fast to that which is good.\\nI desire you to avoid a method of prac-\\ntice that is backed by habit. To take\\nstated times to become good (say Sundays), is\\nnot at all after the manner of our system;\\nand if you continually pursue this means,\\nyou will grow as fixed as a rock crystal.\\nLife is your business, all kinds of life;\\nrustling among men, eating drinking\\nsleeping just as Christ did; and the best\\ntime for you to practice, is all the time.\\nI who give you these instructions, know\\nwhat life is from its pleasures to its agonies;", "height": "3488", "width": "2764", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 23\\nfrom its feasts to its graveyards and the\\nmore of a Philosopher I am, the more do I\\nknow of its fnlness. So when I tell you to\\npractice, I mean that yon are to stay where\\nyou are and practice.\\nThe great need of the world is the living\\nPhilosopher. Cloisters are out of date.\\nMonasteries are old fashioned they belong\\nto the middle ages.\\nPeople must clash with each other in\\norder to live must feel each other s pulse,\\nand jostle shoulder to shoulder they must\\nmingle magnetism, I might say, and give\\nand take. In this rush, this hurry, is the\\ntime to try your cult and test its value.\\nIf you hide a diamond in a box, it loses\\nall its power to be saucy and throw back the\\nsun s rays to the sun; in fact it forgets after\\na while that it is a diamond at all, and be-\\ncomes as sullen as a cold pebble. If you\\nhave anything good, you must find it out;\\nand you never can do that by shutting your-\\nself up in an occult room and imagining.\\nDo not mistake us; we told you to con-\\ncentrate, and contemplate the point of a pin,", "height": "3472", "width": "2516", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nbut not forever. While a certain amount\\nof daily retirement into your closet is\\ngood, just as rest is necessary after exercise,\\ntoo much of it is bad. Learn to concentrate\\nand act too; this is practice of the best kind.\\nHave a purpose, a means, a way, and ACT\\non it. Having a theory and getting no fact\\nout of it, is like having a friend who will\\nnever embrace you.\\nConcentration and action should go to-\\ngether. To be sure, you should reverse and\\nretire into yourself when the occasion de-\\nmands, but never periodically and to order.\\nLearn to do it when you have need of it (and\\nyou can tell that) but do not do it because\\nyou have arranged to.\\nWe preach practice from morning until\\nnight; all the time, everywhere. Your\\nPhilosophy should stick to you closer than\\nthe hairs of your head, and should put in an\\nappearance on every occasion. If it is good\\nfor great things, it is good for little things.\\nThis does not mean that you are to be like\\nthe self-conscious christian who can never\\nget rid of his sense of responsibility; on the", "height": "3488", "width": "2760", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 25\\ncontrary, it assures you the best that there\\nis in life. It shows you how to extract the\\nmost honey from the flower, the grestest\\nbeauty from the landscape, and the truest\\nlove out of a fellow mortal. It is also a sort\\nof accident policy, it bestows on you a weekly\\nallowance in case of something unfortunate\\nand unforeseen and if you die, it pays up to\\nthe last penny those whom you have left\\nbehind.\\nIt is practical, practical, practical, and if\\nwhat you are getting is not, you hav nt the\\nright thing. Practice at all times, and when-\\never you fail in making the application, you\\nare that far short of grasping the situation.", "height": "3476", "width": "2504", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nMEMORY.\\nWhen you go down into the shadowy\\nplace where the sun s rays can not come,\\nyou are reconciled to the gloom because you\\nremember. What is it that you remember\\nThat the sun still shines. You know very\\nwell that not a ray can penetrate where you\\nare that as far as you are concerned, for\\nthe time being, the Giver of Life the Con-\\nsoler the Sun might as well be put out.\\nIt is a dark place gloom gloom gloom\\nevery where, and along with the gloom,\\ndampness and chill. But what of it your\\nmemory serves you well you recall the\\nsplendor outside the half hour ago when\\nyou basked in heat and color all the tints\\nthat the sun brings out all the brilliancy\\nand instead of a realization, you substi-\\ntute a memory.", "height": "3520", "width": "2760", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "OF THE HE RM ETICS 27\\nIn your pursuit of Philosophy, understand\\nthat your path will not be all sunshine.\\nPhilosophy does not undertake to supply\\nglory and glitter, nor does it guarantee you\\na freedom from shadows and tears. Philo-\\nsophy does not undertake to change nature;\\nit gives you no seven-leagued boots with\\nwhich to stride over the land no sandals\\nlike those of Pallas Athene, nor wings of a\\nMercury. Philosophy lets Dame Nature\\nalone so far as changing her is concerned\\nin fact she is very self-willed and like all\\nfeminine things, has her own way but here\\nis a secret Philosophy deals with nature\\nsomewhat as a good husband does with\\na stubborn spouse Philosophy manages\\nnature through her own attributes. A\\nnatural attribute by the way, is memory.\\nPhilosophy knowing this, brings it to bear\\nat the right time, and reaps the reward.\\nPhilosophy has much tact, just as a wise\\nhusband has.\\nTo use art in remembering, is an essen-\\ntial towards Philosophic life. To be a good\\nforgetter, is as necessary as to be a good", "height": "3484", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nrecaller. There is nothing more uncomfort-\\nable and out of place, than to have some-\\nthing that you have put under the sod,\\nprotrude its head at the wrong time. When\\nyou bury, bury deep, and do not dig up the\\nthing unless you want it.\\nSome memories are bores, just like some\\npeople they stay and stay out of pure\\nviciousness, and the more you curse them\\nthe more staying power they show. A\\nPhilosopher will never allow this he knows\\nthat he can get rid of one memory by sub-\\nstituting another, just as you would shove\\nan impertinent person out of a chair and\\nput another in his place. As you can forget\\nby a sort of substitution, you can remem-\\nber by a mental suggestion.\\nWhen down in the shadow, recall some-\\nthing a star, a diamond, or a friend s\\neyes and see how quickly the place will\\nglow as if a sun had been born, with\\ndropped lids it is the same. There is a\\nflash and a shimmer in the fire of memory\\nwhich radiates in the now, if you desire it.", "height": "3516", "width": "2752", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 29\\nLet us carry this lesson farther. Physi-\\ncal darkness is but one phase there is a\\nmental and a spiritual blackness which\\ntongue can not speak of, nor pen portray.\\nEven in this dungeon of dungeons memory\\ncan send a straight ray, and turn black to\\nwhite, night to day. When you recall the\\nsun, at the time shadows enshroud you,\\nwith that recollection comes the conscious-\\nness that the sun is a fixed fact that it ex-\\nists, and that shadows can not extinguish\\nit this makes you safe safe in your mind,\\nsafe in your heart you wrap the mantle\\nof darkness about you, and laugh in the\\nface of the night for the sun IS. You\\nhave remembered.\\nWhen any trouble gloom mood, en-\\nfolds you in a cloud, remember that the\\nsun is, and the rays are warm, love warm,\\nand they shine somewhere even in your\\nrecollection, and with the remembering\\nwill come a flash like that of Jupiter on\\nOlympus like that of a friend s eyes\\nand black will turn to white and night\\nto day.", "height": "3484", "width": "2512", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "3 o SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nThis is the office of memory. Memory\\nis your servant, if you can only realize it,\\nmemory is your slave, and all slaves impose\\nupon their masters when allowed.\\nPut impertinent memories to sleep wake\\nup the right one at the right time and\\ncheat Dame Nature into believing that she\\nhas conquered Philosoph}", "height": "3488", "width": "2776", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 31\\nIMAGINATION,\\nTo imagine something is to call np an\\nimage in the mind by the will. This is vol-\\nuntary imagination. Involuntary imagina-\\ntion (which is a bad thing always) is that\\nstate where the image or images come of\\ntheir own accord, oftentimes as unwelcome,\\nvulgar or wicked guests.\\nMost lewd, vile, uncanny people are tools\\nof the imagination. Images which seem to\\nbe like conscious entities, persist in dwelling\\nin, and dominating the untrained tenant\\nof an abused brain, and do incalculable\\nmischief to him and those with whom he\\nassociates.\\nImagination is man s greatest friend and\\nhis greatest enemy; if you control him he\\nwill serve you; and no artist can paint pic-\\ntures as beautiful as his. Command him to", "height": "3484", "width": "2492", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "32 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nsketch the sea, the sky, the stars, the unseen\\nand seen wonders of earth and heaven, and\\nhe will produce instantaneous results. He\\nwill decorate your castle for you and place\\nyou in it; he will create an interior environ-\\nment that will so overpower your soul that\\ncrude outer surroundings will cease to\\ntrouble you.\\nImagination controlled by the will, is the\\none thing to be desired.) On the other hand,\\ninvoluntary imagination, that creature which\\nlike a snake slips into your sanctuary in the\\ndark and conceals itself to coil and sting\\nwhen you are totally unable to combat it, is\\nto be abhorred and dreaded. Not that he is\\nforever ugly the serpent has an unrivaled\\ngrace, and is a marvel in color not that,\\nbut he is unreliable, treacherous and poison-\\nous; he may not sting, but if he does the\\nantidote is hard to find. Worse than that,\\nhe is eternally reproducing himself; he\\nbrings forth a brood, or rather like the worm,\\nthe more you divide him the more alive he\\nbecomes; each piece of him in its turn ma-\\nturing and producing.", "height": "3488", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 33\\nHe turns your mind into a nest, and wal-\\nlows in it as the swine wallow in the sty. He\\nloves luxury and splendor as does the har-\\nlot; and his beauty, when it glitters has all\\nthe fascination of a lewd woman.\\nThe true sage controls his imagination\\nsomewhat as he does his memory, putting it\\nout as he would extinguish a lamp, or light-\\ning it as he would kindle a fire. The true\\nsage can build himself an air castle that\\nfloats in a cloud, and frescoe it with the pic-\\ntures of angels. He can conjure forms of\\ngrandeur that outrival nature s own work;\\nand create storms, the thunders of which\\nwill drown the voice of Jupiter. He can tint\\nthe rose and perfume the lily; still further,\\nhe can create the NEW, and build palaces\\nthat no architect before him has conceived,\\nand design landscapes that as yet, are\\nstrangers to the brush. The sage but wills\\nand his servant, the imagination, does.\\nOn the contrary, he who is unwise, is the\\ncoward lackey of his Master Imagination.\\nHe grovels at his feet, and hides his head,\\nand stops his ears against the horrors thrust", "height": "3464", "width": "2560", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nupon him. He fears the dark, and dreads\\nbeing alone. He is tortured about his health,\\nand magnifies every twinge of pain into the\\ndeath agony. All symptoms are to him as\\nfatal he sleeps in his own coffin every night,\\nand is resurrected from the grave every\\nmorning. His dreams are all warnings and\\nprognosticate some future weal or woe.\\nHis animal instincts run riot, while he is\\nfettered and bound; his progeny haunt him\\nlike bad children, and lean on him for sup-\\nport. The air is peopled with his loathe-\\nsome offspring, and they follow him where-\\never he goes.\\nThis fate is inevitable to him who allows\\nhis imagination to go rampant. In time,\\nhis will falls to sleep and he becomes like\\none in fever the prey to uncanny dreams\\nor like the brandy-soaked victim who is ever\\nterrified at the reptiles which his diseased\\nfancy brings forth.\\nTake your imagination in hand, and hold\\nit as you would a pair of horses do not\\nlet it break, but pull on the bit even\\nthough it foams and writhes. To have", "height": "3488", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 35\\nyour imagination run with you, is to have\\nit bring you up any where either throwing\\nyou upon the rocks or landing you in the\\ngutter.\\nEvery one has imagination in some form.\\nThe power to call up images, is in all\\nnormal human minds, and the power to\\nbid them leave is there also.\\nThe sage can free his mind of either\\nunpleasant memories or undesired imagin-\\nation, by an effort of pure will or by a\\nsubstitution. It is just as easy to substi-\\ntute one imagination for another as one\\nmemory for another N\\nThe power to conjure is a ready power\\nand easy to handle ghosts, hobgoblins,\\nsaints and sinners will come at a wave of\\nthe magic wand, and if you did but know\\nit, at another wave they will disappear.\\nEvil imagination leads to suspicion,\\nthis (as a rule) is a bad tenant. To be\\nforever suspecting, is to go through life as\\nsome people go through a kitchen, sniffing\\nright and left for bad smells; searching\\nout hidden corners with an eye for finding", "height": "3476", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nfault weighing all commodities with a\\npair of test scales, under pretext of detect-\\ning theft; or like one who steals into\\nplaces at unsuspected times on the lookout\\nfor scandal listening at key-holes, prowl-\\ning like a cat at night, peeping into\\nwindows, over-hauling coat-pockets, rum-\\nmaging desk drawers, talking in ambiguous\\nphrases, dealing in hints, implying every-\\nthing and saying next to nothing.\\nAll this is the fruit of an ungoverned\\nimagination and in its train come jealousy\\nand envy a hideous pair who trample on\\nhearts and reputations, and mark their\\ntrail with a stream of blood.\\nCatch your imagination while you can,\\nand wither it with a glance of your eye\\notherwise it will curse you and in cursing\\nyou, will curse the world.", "height": "3488", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 37\\nTHE BOOK OF REVELATION,\\nIt is not the Koran, nor the Bible, nor\\nthe Tripitaka. It is not the sky with its\\nglittering pattern of stars, nor objective\\nnature as manifested in the sea, the\\nmountains, the rocks nor the rivers. It is\\nnot hidden in the debris of the past, nor\\nwritten upon the tombs of Egyptian Kings.\\nIt is not stamped upon tables of stone, nor\\nwill it come in handwriting upon the wall.\\nNo savant will search it out for you in\\nsome concealed vellum covered thickly\\nwith hieroglyphics nor will some priest\\nof the future reveal it to you, taken down\\nfrom the mouth of an angel.\\nTo go far to find it will be to waste your\\ntime. To wait to have it come to you, will\\nbe as fruitless as the waiting for an impos-\\nsible Judgment Day.", "height": "3476", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "38 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nThe Book of Revelation exists, neverthe-\\nless, and its pages can be counted by\\nhundreds. It is in many volumes, bound\\nin skins finer than that of the sheep or the\\nchamois. Its letters are written in the\\nthree fundamental colors intershaded by\\nmany tints some of them flash fire, and\\nsome are wet with tears. It is fully illust-\\nrated with pictures in pigment mixed with\\nblood, and in etchings of black and white.\\nThe scenes are humorous, grotesque, be-\\nwildering, sad, ecstatic, divine.\\nAnd where is this book, you ask; I\\nanswer, Look within, read yourself, and\\nbehold the revelation\\nThe skin covers enfolding each volume\\ninclose a life of your being the fine skin\\ncovers the tale is your own sorrowful,\\nhappy story which never ends, but has se-\\nquel after sequel eternally. The letters pick\\nout the emotions, in dark or light, in blood\\nor fire. The blank pages are your dream-\\nless sleeping hours; and each sentence points\\nthe moral like the finger of fate.\\nIt is the Book of Mystery the record of", "height": "3488", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 39\\nthe dead and the living its initial letters\\nspeak beginnings and the closing word of\\nevery page its endings. Yon can read this\\nbook from first to last, or backward from last\\nto first. It reveals, reveals, reveals. The\\nmore yon read, the more yon learn. No two\\npages are alike; no two scenes are the same,\\nyet one flowers ont of the other as naturally\\nas the rose from the bud.\\nIt is an inspired book; inspired by Mother\\nNature, by the Priest of Friendship, by the\\nGod of Love, by the King of Evil.\\nIt contains prophesies innumerable and\\nwarnings without number. Its sallies of wit\\nconceal an element of sadness; its snatches\\nof pathos, a strain of gladness. In the read-\\ning, your eyes travel between the lines, and\\nup and down and right and left. The words\\nform into things and the things become\\nalive; even the thoughts march on in file, a\\nlong procession holding volume to volume,\\nas an army spans a river and binds land to\\nland.\\nThis book was used at your christening,\\nand will be brought forth at your funeral.", "height": "3484", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nIt is given to you for a plaything in your\\ncradle and will be folded in your hands in\\nyour coffin. It is your Sacred Book your\\nBible your Bhagavat your Ritual. It\\nencases your prayers and your psalms.\\nAlas it embodies your evil thoughts and\\nyour woes.\\nEach letter casts a shadow, and the bright-\\nest throws the blackest. It is illuminated\\nwith its own light, and the color of the glow\\nvaries with the turning of the pages. It is\\nwritten in hieroglyphics which you alone\\ncan understand and even you puzzle over\\nthe letters, when naught but the dictionary\\nof objectivity can help.\\nStudy the world, that you may find its\\nfinal interpretation.", "height": "3484", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 41\\nPRIDE AND PHILOSOPHY.\\nIt is not strange that pride is the usual\\nvice of all young Philosophers. By young\\nPhilosophers I mean those just beginning\\nthe pursuit of a genuine system. The\\nfirst result of ardent and earnest investiga-\\ntion is an increase of power, and with power\\ncomes pride. A consciousness of strength\\nmakes one teem with self-respect, or in other\\nwords an emotion which the vulgar call\\nconceit.\\nTo be a few inches higher than your fel-\\nlow-men on the ladder, enables you to look\\ndown upon them, and alas to despise\\nthem. We condemn self-respect, pride, self-\\nlove and self-pity, because to respect your-\\nself is, to a great extent, to be satisfied; and\\nto be satisfied in this sense of self-admira-\\ntion, is to check all further advancement\\nalong the line of consciousness.\\nA respect of self is simply another way", "height": "3456", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "42 SOME PHIL OSOPHY\\nof being proud of self, and this entire sen-\\ntiment should be replaced by a something\\nwhich puts the contemplation of self, in the\\npetting, coddling, comforting way, entirely\\nout of your thought.\\nPursue a thing for its own sake beauty\\nart health\u00e2\u0080\u0094 happiness, and in the pur-\\nsuit after the ideal self-respect will be killed.\\nDo not be alarmed, there is no danger of\\nyour going wrong in this; the object of\\nyour pursuit will save you from degrada-\\ntion. When you are on the chase, no one\\ncan hurt you by enticements or allurements.\\nYou will not stop to lie or to steal or to do\\nvulgar acts. You have no time to call\\nnames or, in any manner, to lower your\\nmoral standard.\\nOther people will honor your concentra-\\ntion and the results produced by it. You\\nhave no need to contemplate yourself, or\\npay homage to your own soul.\\nPride is an uncomfortable thing to have\\nabout one it pricks like a paper of pins it\\nis easily knocked over, and it falls like lead,\\nand in the overturning makes a noise and", "height": "3488", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 43\\nattracts everybody s attention. A hanghty,\\nself-respecting person is ever sensitive lest\\nhis pride shall be hurt, and challenges the\\nworld with his satisfied gaze which world,\\nproceeds immediately upon the challenge to\\nknock him down.\\nIt is not in the least strange that the\\nyoung Philosopher is proud, because an in-\\ncreased sense of power makes one superior,\\nand being strong, he takes delight in mani-\\nfesting this consciousness. There are two\\nreasons for this one is that he sees the\\nlittleness of his fellow-man as he never did\\nbefore (this is right), and the other reason is\\nthat he is not yet himself sufficiently in\\nlove with the object of his pursuit (say\\ntruth) to rise above this enervating con-\\nsciousness of self (this is wrong). We\\nfind ourselves only in something outside,\\nnever in dwelling on self emotionally To\\ndwell on self in this way is to sap your own\\nlife. This has nothing to do with self-con-\\ntemplation intellectually which is desir-\\nable. We prohibit emotional self-contem-\\nplation only.", "height": "3468", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nPride is an emotion, a feeling self-respect\\nexplains itself in its name. It is a warming\\nup of self to self, an admiration of self for\\nself, a gloating over, a feeding upon self.\\nThis is one of the greatest evils.\\nWhen the young man came to Christ and\\ninformed him in a self-complacent way, that\\nhe had kept all the Commandments from\\nhis youth up, the Master requested him to\\nsell all that he had and follow him mean-\\ning, that in pursuit of the Ideal he should\\nforget his own goodness.\\nDo not mistake us. Your final object is\\nto find yourself, but you never can do it by\\nself-admiration. As you never have seen\\nyour own face except in a mirror, you never\\ncan behold yourself except in another.\\nWhen you gaze into the eyes of a friend you\\nfind a little image of yourself imbedded\\nthere. To find the beauty of the subject,\\nyou must gaze at the object.\\nPore over self, look into self, analyze self,\\ndissect self; but never shed one tear upon\\nthe soil of your own soul; if you do, some-\\nthing rank and poisonous will grow with", "height": "3488", "width": "2628", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 45\\nroots so deep, that it will take your whole\\nUnit of Force to pull it out.\\nThe true Philosopher does not carry his\\npride with him long. Before he enters the\\nnarrow path he is stripped naked and his\\npride falls first. He is allowed nothing\\nheavy about him, and pride is heavy; he\\nhas to run, for he is after something which\\neludes and evades him. His eye must be\\nsteadily fixed on the object or it will escape\\nhim and self-respect would be a fatal encum-\\nbrance. He becomes so in earnest in view-\\ning himself in the thing that he is after\\nthat he forgets himself altogether; this\\nproves that one who would save his life must\\nlose it in the life of another.\\nThe first sorrow that comes to the young\\nPhilosopher is the fall of his pride; when it\\nhas been broken he becomes a servant and\\nthat to the very ones upon whom he for-\\nmerly looked down. He that is first shall\\nbe last. He stoops to conquer, and when\\nhe again holds up his head, it is for the pur-\\npose of seeing better, rather than that of\\nlooking over the hats of people.", "height": "3468", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nThe object of this Philosophy is to gain\\npower not that we may come down on\\nothers with crushing blows, but that we may\\ngive them a lift upward. You might stiffen\\nyour back till you walked like a heathen\\nking, but as your strut becomes intensified\\nyour line of equipoise might be overlooked\\nand your next position would be that of a\\nfool Jn the dirt.\\nSave your energy for the race; you are\\nsupposed to be after something and very\\nmuch in earnest. Other people will see\\nyou running and possibly they will start in\\ntoo, just for the running s sake, and later\\non they may find an object to chase.\\nIf you have a vestige of pride left, if your\\nself-respect still lingers; if your self-love\\nwhimpers and whines, get rid of them all.\\nThey will block your way where ever you\\nturn; and as long as you harbor these\\nvices you will get no where. Your haughty\\nlooks will set others to laughing; and you\\nwill freeze yourself. Before you go farther\\nstrangle your pride, lest it get too heavy for\\nyou and throw you down.", "height": "3488", "width": "2632", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 47\\nWHO ARE OUR CRANKS?\\nWhat are cranks Who are they These\\nquestions are easily answered. First let me\\nsay, that there are all degrees of cranks,\\nfrom absolute to comparative that they\\nrange from a fool to a knave and from a king\\ndown to a peasant. Let me add also, that\\nthey are dangerous every one of them, from\\nthe highest to the lowest. A crank is an\\nunbalanced person; by this we do not mean\\ninsane, but one whose consciousness is\\nclouded; he wears a veil and does not see\\nstraight he is cross eyed and intrinsically\\nevil.\\nA person may be ignorant and not be a\\ncrank he may see but a short distance but\\nhis vision will be correct as far as it goes\\nHe will not have a mountain-top sweep, but\\nhe can make out a horse or a dog as truly", "height": "3460", "width": "2592", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nas could Lord Bacon. Ignorance and short-\\nsightedness do not mean crankism.\\nA crank has crooked sight no matter\\nwhat he sees nor how far, everything is out\\nof gear, distorted. To be seen properly even\\na small thing should be consistent with\\nitself and to the one who sees. A crank s\\nvision is out of focus; not only his physical\\nvision, but his mental and psychical vision\\nas well.\\nThe mass of humanity have a vast deal of\\ncommon sense. Selfishness develops this\\nvery early. The great body of mankind\\nadjust themselves to their environment\\nwithout knowing why. They avoid spectacles\\nand steer clear of oculists. They have a\\nsort of horse understanding which enables\\nthem to find a stable and fodder. Selfish-\\nness is the cause of this, but it is a proper\\nselfishness and of a different kind from that\\nof the crank.\\nIf the crank is not born an Egoist he very\\nsoon becomes one, for it is almost invariably\\nthe love of notoriety that leads him into\\neccentricities. He longs for some sort of", "height": "3472", "width": "2652", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 49\\nfame, any sort. The idea of the love of\\ntruth for itself has never entered his\\nhead. His first ambition is to be looked np\\nto. He begins by becoming odd, and thus\\nattracts notice. There is so much of the\\nfakir about him, that he grows more eccen-\\ntric as people stare. If he gets a following,\\nhe begins to believe in himself and finally\\nconcludes that he is inspired; having no\\nbalance, but only love of fame, he does more\\nand more absurd things until the world\\nhisses him down.\\nHis disciples become contaminated with\\nhis unholy magnetism, and become lesser\\ncranks themselves, rushing with their\\nerratic Master to destruction.\\nThere are religious, scientific, artistic,\\nscholastic, dogmatic cranks cranks of both\\nsexes; cranks among the rich and the poor.\\nThey run after all sorts of absurdities which\\nhave no basis of reason. They like conceal-\\nment and mystery; they hate the light of\\nthe sun and sense. Alas a vast proportion\\nare women, whose little minds dabble right\\nand left in mysterious cults, that they may", "height": "3460", "width": "2584", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "50 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nhave hobbies and fads. They bring greater\\ncranks to their drawing rooms to lecture\\nthem on X plus nothing, and that they may\\ndrink in words as a toper swallows rum.\\nThey ask no questions other than, Is it\\nnew? Is it strange? They never once\\ninquire On what is it based? Is it\\nsound They abhor logic, evidence and\\nfacts they adore theories, dreams and asser\\ntions. They love one who will state to them\\nsomething in positive tones with divine\\nauthority. They delight in being hypno-\\ntized by fools more foolish than themselves.\\nThey glory in the Kingdom of Fooldom and\\nlong to dwell there forever.\\nTalk to them in plain Saxon, and they\\naccuse you of being rough; present them a\\nsyllogism and they dub you as dry; preach\\nto them plain facts, and they call you com-\\nmon give them experience and they banish\\nyou at once. They desire and promulgate\\nhypotheses and theories; they stand with\\neach foot on an assertion and shake their\\nfists at reason.\\nYou will find the crank on nearly every", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 51\\nstreet of every city in America, to say noth-\\ning of Europe and the Holy East. But the\\nArch Crank is rarer; and like the Chief\\nDevil is slippery and evasive. He is around\\nthough, and he has one quality that the\\nordinary crank has not wickedness; his\\nvery crankiness is abnormal self-interest\\nand sin. Beware of the others, but very\\nmuch of him he is horned and hoofed and\\nclawed. He can hurt you with his head or\\nhis feet or his hands, even with his eyes.\\nIn fact, His Majesty the Prince of Evil, is\\na crank, if crookedness means anything.\\nYou ask anxiously, How shall we recog-\\nnize those who are truly clairvoyant and\\nhonest By one simple rule a common\\nsense seeker after synthetic truth for truth s\\nsake is never a crank. If he is in earnest,\\nfame and notoriety are side issues. He is so\\nserious that he forgets to pose; he is not sit-\\nting for his photograph, he is engaged in\\nliving. Life is his object, not position; he\\nmay appear cranky at times, and exceed-\\ningly absurd, but his motive, if he let you\\nsee it, will clear his name. The would-be", "height": "3452", "width": "2592", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "52 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nSage often seems like a fool, but to look the\\ncrank and to be one, are vastly different.\\nAre there no Honest cranks? you ask.\\nYes, a few. They are the great specialists,\\nwho have scarcely any power of generaliza-\\ntion; they accomplish something in one\\nparticular line, but their vision is narrow\\nthey see straight ahead, but they cannot look\\nout at the sides. They have a defect of vis-\\nion which the doctors find hard to cure.\\nThe all-round Sage has eyes peering to\\nall points of the compass. Try to evolute\\neyes the more eyes you have, the less of a\\ncrank you will be.", "height": "3488", "width": "2620", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 53\\nONE DAY.\\nIn the dark we dream of the dawn and\\nyouth divine youth starry-eyed. We\\npray for the morning and the flash a sky\\nwarm with the bud of passion a form soft-\\nlimbed and strong. It comes We have\\nprayed. It comes morning youth.\\nWe stand somewhere on a high place, and\\nthrill with our blood and the sunrise.\\nThe bud steals up on the sky like the\\npromise of a fiery rose the blood mounts\\nto our cheeks like a prophesy of creation.\\nBut it is opening the great flower. The sky\\nquivers with red rapture youth is fulfilled\\npassion is rising our soul is on fire.\\nAlas We stare at the sun and he puts\\nout our eyes the new sun the young sun\\nhe stabs us with needles of light till\\npleasure is pain. And our passion the", "height": "3460", "width": "2592", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "54 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nflower of our youth pierces us through and\\nthrough till ecstacy weeps.\\nAlas We long for the noon the\\nclimax the zenith. We go in the dark\\nand wait.\\nUp the high path of the sky the sun\\ntriumphantly marches and we wait in the\\ndark. The noon of our life the climax\\nthe zenith when glitters the mind like\\nsteel in the battle when the heart beats\\ntime to the fight when our muscles are\\nhard like a rock our nerves tense like the\\nstring of a bow.\\nAlas We uncover our heads and go\\nout at the stroke of the clock High noon\\nwhen the mass is said and the aged die\\nAnd we stare, but the sun more cruel than\\nfate pierces us through with its darts. We\\nare blind struck by the light.\\nAlas Our blood had grown rich we\\nwere ripe our muscles and nerves were\\ntense our heart beat time to the march of\\nour feet We lifted our arm, our strong\\nright arm, and hurled the lance It was\\nnoon it struck at the sun in the zenith", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 55\\nabove, and backward it flew to our heart\\nstraight to our heart. The rose of our\\npassion was dead killed by our strong\\nright arm.\\nWe go in the dark and pray pray for the\\neve and the setting sun for the splendors\\nthat usher in night, when the stars of hope\\ncome out. We pray for the calm of our\\npoisoned blood for the cool of the slow\\nheart beat for the quiet of sleep for\\ncomforting dreams.\\nAlas the sun goes down and we stare\\nin its face but our eyes are gone eaten\\nby worms the worm of age. And we fall\\nto the ground for our limbs are weak\\nthey shake with years. And we look within\\nbut we cannot see, for our blood is cold and\\nthick our heart is ice, and beats with a\\nnoise like the cracking of snow.\\nAlas! Alas!! But wait The GODS\\ndo face the sun. BE GODS.", "height": "3468", "width": "2508", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "56 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nSECRET GRIEF.\\nYou will understand it, and how impossi-\\nble it is to seek sympathy anywhere. You\\nwould go to the rack ere you would tell it\\ntorture could never force it from you. You\\nhide it and hide it deeper and deeper for fear\\nsome far-reaching eye will pierce to the\\nsecret. It is yours, emphatically yours.\\nYour closest friend never suspects it, or if\\nhe does he cannot divine it. Shame would\\npaint your face redder than roses if it were\\ndreamed of; not the shame of guilt, but the\\nshame of shyness. You know that no mor-\\ntal can comprehend it, no mortal but you\\neven God must be puzzled about it you are\\nsure. It is utterly inexplicable, and simply\\nis as life is. It is something so foreign to\\nwhat you would tolerate in another, that\\nyou wonder that you nurse it in yourself.", "height": "3468", "width": "2608", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 57\\nIt is altogether out of the Conventional, and\\nhas a close kinship to Mother Nature un-\\npainted and unpowdered by the hand of\\nCivilization.\\nIt is an enigma, and yet you comprehend it\\nin a way and feel that it is the key to your-\\nself. Could you discover the meaning of it,\\nyou would know who you are, what you have\\nbeen, and will be. Your Secret Grief is\\nsacred; it dwells in your innermost heart\\nwhere no other may enter. It puts your\\ncharacter in a strange light the after-glow\\nof a long gone past floods it, and the dawn\\nof tomorrow gilds its tdgt. It is not so\\nmuch something that you have done, as a\\nsomething that you have felt and still feel;\\na something that Society says you shall not\\nfeel that man prohibits. As if Society and\\nman could stop the natural beat of the heart,\\nand escape the brand of Cain.\\nIt may be a secret love which the very\\nsecrecy sanctifies. It may be a secret hate,\\nwhich God suffers. It may be an unful-\\nfilled aspiration at which the world would\\nlaugh. It may be a memory upon which", "height": "3452", "width": "2508", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "58 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nPriests frown and God smiles. It may be a\\nregret which grows like a tropic palm, be-\\ncause of your scalding tears. Whatever it\\nis, it is not as man would have it, and you\\nare satisfied. You wander in the wilderness\\nwith your Ishmael and no one sees. It is\\nyour sacred property, the text of your scrip-\\nture. It is the unnatural child, dearer to\\nthe mother than the one born in wed-lock.\\nIt is the wild flower, sweeter in scent than\\nthe garden rose. It is the crystal spring,\\nhid in the height of inaccessible mountains.\\nIt is the ocean depth which the plumb line\\nmisses. It is the star out of sight which\\npulls on the planets. Stop a moment!\\nThink Now do you know? Do you\\nunderstand.\\nThere are open secrets, honorable sor-\\nrows, respectable griefs where mourners\\nstand about, and sympathizers swarm. There\\nis priceless crepe, there are flowers and cof-\\nfins satin-lined. The minister condoles and\\nprays, and angels stop their ears. There\\nare donated years when sorrows sit down in\\nthe house, well dressed in black; when com-", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 59\\nforters come and go, in black; when light\\nsteals into the eyes through black respect-\\nable black and the clock calculates the time\\nfor the wearing of black and the seasons\\nare ravens in black.\\nBut one with the Secret Grief steals up to\\nhis room alone and looks out in the dark on\\nthe sky, and catching a glimpse of the moon\\nhe melts her with his eyes. The moon of flint\\nfloats in the mist the mist of his eyes.\\nHe locks the door and bids his Secret Grief\\ncome forth. Her face chiseled by Destiny\\ndefiantly meets his own. She kisses him.\\nHer form, hewn by the Fates, enfolds him.\\nHer hair, shaded from dark to light by the\\nages, entangles him. Her Karmic eyes meet\\nhis and absorb them. Her teeth, hardened by\\ntime, bite with their passion his tender flesh.\\nHe writhes and quivers in throes of delicious\\ndespair. He loves her, and the more he\\nloves the more she tortures. She melts into\\nhim and is lost again deep deep in his\\nheart.\\nThen, calmly and unflinchingly he carries\\nher about in the mart of trade, to church", "height": "3476", "width": "2500", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "60 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\neven to his own fire-side. He talks with\\nfriends; they know not. He smiles in\\nwomen s eyes and they smile back. He\\ndances, eats and laughs. He earns gold and\\nspends. He studies and invents. He dies.\\nAnd when they try to bury him, something\\nweighs the coffin down the bearers stagger.\\nThe Grief is there tis like a stone. He\\nleft it when he died.", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 61\\nCOLD DESPAIR.\\nA feeling of despair once felt, is ever\\nafterward appearing in memory, somewhat\\nas a death escaped comes back torturing\\nlike a phantom fiend. Very few on earth\\nhave drank the cup to the dregs. To drain\\nthe cup, is reserved for the elect.\\nSorrow has touched you, and you call it\\ndespair. Agony has passed before you, and\\nyou name it despair. Pain has vanquished\\nyou, and you have imagined despair;\\nbut the horrid thing, the never-forgotten\\nthing, comes rarely. As long as Hope\\ncasts a single ray, despair is not, for the\\ncreature glows with its own light the lurid,\\nsulphuric, blue glitter of hell.\\nHope shrouds one in white mist through\\nwhich the eyes cannot penetrate. Where\\nHope is, all is white mist the fog of", "height": "3484", "width": "2508", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "62 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nillusion. But despair crawls on its belly,\\nand lights up the night with the shine\\nof its scales phosphorescent like fire-flies.\\nThere are things that are light and cold.\\nDespair is light and cold colder than ice\\ncolder than space colder than the dead.\\nTo feel its touch, checks the flow of your\\nblood, and neither the fire nor the sun can\\nwarm you. You shrink back and back into\\nyourself, farther, farther back in search of heat\\nof the white heat of life. But the furnace\\nis cold, the fire smoulders. Despair waits\\nhis chance. He bides his time. He catches\\nHope napping, and he freezes her and then,\\nhe -seizes you with his eyes. If Hope is not\\nfrozen stiff, if she be not stark and dead, she\\nwill arouse and veil your face and Despair\\nwill wander off; but Memory, like his slimy\\ntrail, will stay.\\nWhat can you do, what will you do if he\\nappear\\nFore warned, fore armed.\\nDespair and Hope are twins, born from\\nthe same womb at the same hour. The\\nsecret sympathy between the two, you can", "height": "3488", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 63\\nnot fail to feel. Where one is, there the\\nother dwells. Though Hope shrouds you\\nin her veil until Despair is not, beware for\\nthis illusion veil this maze of tint and\\nlight this many colored rainbow shroud\\nthis cloud of bubbles and dew this irides-\\ncent lace entwined with opals, amethysts\\nand pearls this dainty dream of splendor\\ndazzling while it soothes, is but the burial\\nshroud of truth. It is the mist upon the\\nmicroscopic lens. It is the mote within the\\ntelescopic eye. It is the mask upon a\\nwoman s face. It is the fool s cap on the\\nSage s head.\\nIn flying from Despair you leave fair\\nHope behind. Fair Hope The aphrodite\\nof your dreams the golden-haired the\\namber-eyed. Fair Hope who points to\\nsomething yet unseen who smiles on some-\\nthing yet unknown.\\nTruth will have none of her, for like a\\nharlot, she conceals within her ample skirts\\nher brother Cold Despair. She hides him\\nmid the draperies and dances madly in the\\nsun her partner hugged close to her", "height": "3460", "width": "2492", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nbreast but when she tires and falls upon\\nthe ground asleep, sometimes alas some-\\ntimes the dew trailed mystery of her robe is\\nrent, and from her very vitals does her\\nawful mate come forth. Sometimes but\\nyou who never dance with Hope, see him\\nnot. Sorrow, agony and pain have been\\nyour guests, but Cold Despair is yet to come.\\nBeware beware of Hope, and seek ye\\nwisdom. Truth neither hopes nor fears\\nshe understands. What she sees is essence,\\nmore glittering than illusion in the glare of\\nfire, more brilliant than all the suns above,\\nmore real than Karma, more enduring than\\nthe Fates. And on the door-post of her\\ntemple there is writ in blood, He who\\nenters here, leaves Hope behind.", "height": "3484", "width": "2620", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 65\\nBEAUTY\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ART\u00e2\u0080\u0094 POWER.\\nWhat is it you desire, Beauty? What\\nfor Is it to please a friend Is it to win\\na heart Is it to gain admiration, flattery\\nor fame, or is it for the love of it\\nThe object of this Philosophy is power.\\nYou ask for Beauty for the reason, perhaps,\\nthat you love it, but still more for the sake\\nof power. Now pay close attention. The\\nsense of Beauty is in some sense the most\\npleasing of all the abstractions for it is a\\nsense and an abstraction. Beauty is that\\ncertain combination of things that appeals\\nto us in a manner to fascinate. In this\\nsense it is rather different from all other\\nabstractions. The abstraction lies in the law\\nof the combination. The same things thrown\\ntogether in some other way, would be gov-\\nerned by another abstraction which would not\\nbe that of Beauty.\\nSuppose you desire this result, Beauty, in", "height": "3452", "width": "2448", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "66 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\norder to please a friend, or to win a heart.\\nWhat comes Beauty, but not in the form\\nwhich appeals to the heart you desire to\\nengage. comes to you as you ap-\\npreciate, and fails to do the work\\ndesired. You are duped, and have\\nmissed your end. The love of Beauty\\nnot being the ultimate, but the love of the\\nfriend, you have neither a reward from the\\nabstraction nor the desired heart. Alas\\ndesolation. Your premise was wrong. To\\ngain power from Beauty you must seek it\\nfor its own sake, leaving out of your mind\\nall thought of what it will do with\\nothers, and filling yourself with the\\nidea of what it will do with you. Out of\\nthis goes and comes Power. Beauty blesses\\nyou, and with the touch of the tips of her\\nfingers, you feel the magnetic thrill. Your\\nmagic then over others comes not from your\\nconception of Beauty, nor your passion for\\nher, but from the added power which your\\nconsciousness of her bestows.\\nYour effect upon others comes always\\nfrom a concealed power; and a love of Beauty", "height": "3480", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 67\\nfor itself, aids that power. Having such a\\ndevotion to the abstraction, you find it mani-\\nfests in form everywhere and always con-\\ngruous. Beauty is never incongruous she\\ncombines well and appropriately. She does\\nnot adorn her sea-nymphs in muslin ball\\ndresses, nor her belles of the dance in a bath-\\ning suit. She puts the right thing in the\\nright place, and makes it fit to the landscape\\nand environment.\\nA woman devoted to the beautiful would\\nendeavor to be so even on a desert where no\\neye, not even her own, could behold her.\\nShe would seek all things being equal\\nfor the adored one, and would beg her com-\\npany. She would instinctively adorn her-\\nself for the Beauty s sake, even though\\nher conception of her be different from\\nall others and in this converse with the\\ndivine abstraction harmony manifested in\\nthe Real she would grow strong.\\nIn the world no one can laugh down the\\nBeauty lover. He is supremely happy in\\nhis divine association and smiles back on\\nthe scorner in his consciousness of power.", "height": "3460", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nDo you desire Art What for for whom\\nIf for another, to gain by it, to hold another,\\nyour quest is vain; but if your motto is,\\nArt for Art s sake/ pray on. Like Beauty,\\nArt is an abstraction growing out of combi-\\nnation. It has a meaning, subtle, and its\\nown. It includes consistency and congruity.\\nBut Beauty is not necessarily its divine con-\\nsort.\\nArt brings holy satisfaction, in fact a\\nspecies of ecstacy; but the rapture is differ-\\nent from that of Beauty or Love. There\\nis a sense of the dual nature of Truth about\\nArt, which is not found in the glamour of\\nCupid. In the trail of Art is a stream of\\nblood on the brow of Art is the shadow of\\nhate in the eyes of Art is the lust of life.\\nArt like a white star, twinkles in all\\ntints fire which burns heaven s blue and\\nblackness. Art is master of heaven and\\nhell he soars to the zenith and dives to\\nthe center. He is awful he is sweet he\\nappeals to the worst and the best in you.\\nHe is a God, all-sided. He fires you with\\nthe lust of a fiend, and inspires you with", "height": "3484", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 69\\nthe love of an angel. He tempts yon to\\nthe low, and beckons you to the high.\\nSplendid! magnificent! he stands on the\\nrock-granite foundation of earth, and\\nlizards crawl over his feet. But the tower-\\ning head rears itself into the cold spaces\\nwhere feeling is lost in intellect and fear\\nin knowledge. The heat of the planet s\\ninternal fires warm him the cold of the\\nsky s chilling ethers freeze him Art the\\nterrible Art the divine.\\nWould you know him, touch him kneel\\nat his feet Let me whisper a secret only\\nfor his own sake, will he have you only\\nfor his own sake And more, while you\\ncrawl near his skirts and pick flowers, he\\nis likely to tread on your form. He will\\nthink you a worm. Rise up. Stand near,\\nand measure stature with him. Though\\nhe towers to the stars, stand near. Dare\\nthou to stand; and gazing on him thou\\nwilt grow taller taller elbow to elbow\\nshoulder to shoulder taller taller neck\\nto neck head to head eyes to eyes.\\nPower Beauty Art Power", "height": "3460", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "7 o SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nSPIRITS AND DEVILS.\\nWe have a good deal to say on this sub-\\nject, and what we do not put into words\\nmay be easily read between the lines. In\\nthe first place, to go spirit hunting is bad\\nbusiness, unless here we make a dash\\nfor there are conditions.\\nIf you have the scientific mind, which is\\nnothing other than one bent on knowing\\nfor the knowing s sake if you are sure of\\nyourself, you may search after ghosts.\\nAnything you can find in the Universe is\\na good thing, if it comes to you in the form\\nof a hard fact. Do not congratulate\\nyourself; it is possible that you have not\\nas yet evolved the scientific mind.\\nBut wait a moment, there is another\\ncondition perhaps you have lost a friend\\none very much loved that the living", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 71\\nwithout Him is a long agony possibly you\\nhave not gone far enough in philosophy to\\nunderstand the full meaning of this, so\\nyou call him to come to you out of the\\ndarkness out of the unseen if only\\nthe vapor him that you may know his\\nbreath on your cheek cold like the wind\\nof winter, but his. Have you the right to\\nthis you have.\\nThe touch of the vanished hand will\\nset you singing again only know this,\\nthat where you head, there is danger. In\\nthe wet where the lilies grow, the devil is\\nhid those pale ghost lilies spring from the\\nslime where the wallowing snake lies low.\\nIn the seance room, His Majest} sits,\\nwhere the horse-shoe circle divides. He\\npays no money and laughs in his scarlet\\nsleeve when you pay yours. Respectable\\nghosts stay away, all SPIRITS except\\nhimself all. If as savant you seek for a\\nghost, keep clear of the seance room\\nwhere a fee is paid. And more, look out\\nfor the unseen guest who laughs in his\\nscarlet sleeve. If you seek for the loved", "height": "3484", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "72 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nand lost, keep clear of the seance room\\nfor they never come that way.\\nHis Majesty cheats you again in the\\nguise and form of a bride or a friend.\\nSome day we will tell you how. Satan\\ngoes round disguised as a ghost, and devils\\nboth great and small emerge from the cur-\\ntained box unseen but real.", "height": "3480", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 73\\nDEATH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 WHAT OF IT?\\nIf I should die/ you say, If I should\\ndie just at the moment when I have learned\\nto live, what good? Philosophy is for life,\\nlife but death! What has the frozen\\ncorpse, embalmed, shrouded, boxed, to do\\nwith truth The charnel-house is a dreary\\nplace the grave is foul even the mauso-\\nleum, touched up with gold, is a lonesome\\nspot. If I should die\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what then\\nPhilosophy is for life, we still reiterate,\\nfor life; nor do we deny that death is stalk-\\ning up and down the world to meet even you\\nyou. Some day the wind will blow\\ncolder than ever before it will lay you low,\\nand transform you into a fallen statue. The\\nbreath of Death more chill than the winds\\nof the Arctic Death He has a twin", "height": "3468", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "74 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nbrother sleep a zephyr of him, yet bleak.\\nHe lowers your pulse and lays you down and\\ncloses your eyes.\\nWhere does Truth sit while you sleep\\nHave you watched the sea when the tide is\\nlow have you heard it sigh in its dreams\\nYou sleep, and the tide of your life goes\\ndown down to the ebb and you sigh in\\nyour dreams but Truth never closes her\\neyes she watches through night and day\\nand she smiles when you sigh when the\\nsea sighs.\\nWhen you die you will grow so cold that\\nyou will forget to breathe your brain will\\nbe frozen hard your lungs will turn to ice\\nyou will even forget to think to love.\\nBut wait Philosophy, garbed in the robes\\nof Truth will watch the tomb for three long\\ndays, till the butterfly breaks the cocoon\\ntill the seed bursts open its husk; till the\\nchick is hatched from the egg; till the tide\\nbegins to rise; till the stone is rolled away\\nand the Christ comes forth.\\nRemember that death is the soil of life", "height": "3488", "width": "2620", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 75\\nand life is the despair of death. Remember\\nyou enter the womb to come out; you come\\nout to return again. What manner of man\\ngoeth in, cometh out; what manner of man\\ncometh out, Philosophy knows. She meets\\nher own at the gate of birth, and walks by\\nhis side to the gate of death. Three days\\nin the tomb three days.\\nWhen you wake from sleep, you take up\\nthe thread and weave it into the warp where\\nit dropped the night before; if you find it\\nknotted Alas you left it so. When you\\nwake from the ebb-tide of death and open\\nyour eyes in the realms of self, you pick up\\nyour thread and weave again where you\\nceased to weave the night before. If knotted\\nAlas! you left it so.\\nO loved ones do you not see that the silken\\ncord never breaks you pick it up, now here,\\nnow there, and you spin, and spin, and spin,\\nlike the sisters of fate. You spin as the\\nspider spins, and fasten yourself to the web.\\nYou spin with the silver cord, as fine as a\\nsilken hair, as strong as the fiber of life.", "height": "3488", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "76 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nThe fabric you weave hangs high twixt this\\nand the other world. Tis a veil of gossa-\\nmer stuff, perfect on either side. You look\\nthrough its meshes without you look\\nthrough its meshes within now standing\\nin front in the cold now standing behind\\nin the heat. Tis an endless veil and you\\nspin, and spin, and spin\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but what do you\\nspin?\\nThe genius seeks his muse and kneels at\\nher feet O muse! One look from thee\\nthat I may know eternity.\\nYou who die, remember Philosophy\\nyour muse! She closes your eyelids in sleep,\\nand sits at your side the long night through.\\nDawn comes in, you open your eyes, your\\nquestioning looks melt into hers. She has\\nwatched through the night with steady gaze.\\nShe saw the stars come up and the moon\\ndip into the sea. Her glance swept the\\nspaces and comprehended the drama of\\nearth. She saw Love s rhapsody and Hate s\\ngore. She beheld sorrow, weeping and pain\\nwrithing. She watched the Mother in the\\npangs of child-birth and the sufferer on his", "height": "3512", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 77\\nbed of death. All this time you breathed\\nsoftly your pulse was low you slept.\\nWhen death touches you and the wind\\nblows cold, your muse stands firm.\\nShe wraps you in her cloak and lays you\\nout. She braces herself against death as a\\nsingle will defies the universe. She faces\\nthe Arctic winds. She sets her teeth, and\\nfor three days challenges hell. Out upon\\nher leap the devils of Inferno. She stands\\nfast. Calmly you sleep on as calmly as\\nthe plant sleeps under the snow.\\nYour muse calls heaven to help her the\\nsaints the cherubs the seraphs the an-\\ngels the arch-angels God. She dares\\nwith her eyes the terrible glitter of the dog\\nstar. She shifts her gaze to the awful flash\\nof Arcturus. She appeals to the majesty\\nof Orion. She draws on the fires of the\\nPleiades. She summons the combined forces\\nof Hercules. She faces all heaven. Her\\nsoul drinks at the firmament and you\\nsleep on.\\nWhen the Sage of Athens drank the hem-\\nlock his muse shuddered, but stood firm.", "height": "3484", "width": "2608", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "78 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nWhen the heart of Christ broke, his muse\\nwept, but lived on. When death meets you,\\nyour muse will conquer hell, and face the\\neternal fires. Fear not.", "height": "3516", "width": "2628", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS\\nNATURE S JEST.\\nOur whimsical old Mother Nature is ap-\\nparently a great jester. So it would seem\\nfrom the expression of her face, but beware!\\nShe may be more in earnest than you\\nimagine.\\nMadame Beauty stands before her mirror\\nand weeps bitter tears as she drapes herself\\nin rags, but Poverty, off in the corner,\\nlaughs and laughs. It is a pitiful picture,\\nbut not to Poverty, who laughs and laughs.\\nBeauty might pose for Venus naked but\\nnow Ha Ha How Poverty laughs\\nThere stands the idol of men in the sun-\\nlight, with hair that wreathes her round and\\nround magic hair so electric that a glint\\nof fire is in it perfumed hair Nature s\\nown aroma\\nBut where is the jeweled barb with which", "height": "3480", "width": "2620", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "80 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nto fasten it Beauty is too poor and Her\\neyes! Tears make them brighter as dew\\nfreshens the roses! Her white breast is but\\nhalf covered Alas the rags are rent where\\nthe skin is softest, where the cold strikes\\ncoldest.\\nPoor Beauty! She is honest no daub\\nof rouge, nor puff of powder, nor roue s kiss\\nhas touched her, only the wind nipping at\\nher ears, and her shoulders and her pink\\nfinger-tips. Her tears freeze in her dimples,\\nshe has forgotten to smile, but Poverty\\nlaughs laughs till the wind is lost in her\\nvoice laughs till the sound of the church\\nbell is drowned laughs till the city s roar\\nis faint and Beauty stares in her bit of\\nglass, which is lit with the flash of her eyes.\\nIs Nature playing a joke, or is she adjust-\\ning the scales\\nMadame Ugliness sparkles with gems.\\nThey shine in her ears gross ears that\\ngather scandals and lies, as the pitcher plant\\ngobbles the flies they shine round her neck,\\ngaunt like the arm of a sycamore tree\\nwrinkled and old they shine in her hair", "height": "3484", "width": "2652", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 81\\nwhere it clings to her head, as moss in\\npatches sticks to a stone. They shine on\\nher fingers, knotted like claws and destined\\nto scratch scratch. She is swathed in satin\\nand silk as a mummy is swathed; bound and\\nbanded and draped till her cracking bones,\\nand her shrunken flesh and her bosomless\\nchest are rigid and stiff.\\nShe fears to gaze in the glittering lake,\\nshe dreads the mirror and shining pool, she\\nshuns reflecting eyes. Wealth stands by\\nand sneers wealth, her consort, secretly\\nsneers and jingles his money-bags. She is\\nso ugly he covers her up with things of\\nbeauty, and sneers; he piles on more and\\nmore and sneers and sneers.\\nBut what of Nature the Wise? Does\\nshe jest when she brings forth Beauty and\\nsends her adrift with rags on her back,\\nwhile hugging Ugliness close to her breast\\nwhere the rich milk flows\\nAh! Beauty! thy rags but emphasize\\nthee the white of thine arms, the pose of\\nthy limbs. Thine hair is thy robe. The\\nsun is thy love. Thou holdest thy gla ss.", "height": "3484", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "82 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nBut Ugliness thou? Can Nature bal-\\nance the scale where beauty is weighed\\nShe loads on the silks, the satins, the furs\\nshe heaps on the rubies and gold, she piles\\nin the diamonds, the emeralds, the pearls,\\nand yet, even yet, Beauty is heavy, gold is a\\nfeather, the jewels a speck. And Nature, de-\\nspairing, goes down to the sea, she dives for\\nmore jewels, and more, she digs into earth\\nand brings up more treasure and more. She\\nslaughters the beast and the bird, she tears\\noff the hide and the plume, but Ugliness\\ncrouches, light as the skin of a fish, while\\nBeauty outbalances all.\\nAh Nature you jest, unless time and\\ncauses long gone can be caught to weigh\\ndown things as they seem.", "height": "3516", "width": "2696", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 83\\nYOUR FRIEND.\\nIs he hateful today think of tomorrow,\\nremember last week. Is he scowling, recall\\nhis smile. Has his tongue twisted itself\\ninto harsh words forget not the sweet ones\\nyou have caught from his lips.\\nDo your friend justice. Place him on the\\nscale of your own conjuring and weigh\\nyourself with him. Perhaps after all he is\\nheavier, a better man than you. When you\\njudge another make two columns in your\\nmind, the pros and cons. Reckon them up\\nas you would a sum, and subtract one result\\nfrom the other. If there is more good than\\nbad more that is delightful than repellant\\nmore sweetness than gall hold fast to him\\nforever. You have found a jewel, one with\\na flaw to be sure, but a jewel. It is not", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "84 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\npaste nor pebble, but a gem. It will\\nflash in a comparatively dark place, brighter\\nthan in the sunshine. Wear it on your\\nbreast, and look into the glass when the\\nlight is dim. But if the balance is against\\nhim, if the cons outweigh the pros, avoid\\nhim. He may shine for another, but not\\nfor you. By no amount of polishing can\\nyou make a diamond of him, or a ruby, or a\\npearl. Another may, but not you.\\nNever let your heart deluge your head,\\nwhen friendship comes your way. The head\\nmust be above tears and smiles in clear\\ncold air where it can think.\\nThe heart is a fountain whose stream\\nflows forever, warm and gushing. You can\\nnot stop it nor would you. But keep your\\nhead high, that you may see clearly, to turn\\nthe course of the waters where the flowers of\\nfriendship can best grow. It is better to\\noverlook a field of ice with cold judging\\neyes, than to raise a crop of weeds in a soil\\nwatered by tears.\\nBe just to your friend and you will deal\\nsquarely with yourself. Await his coming", "height": "3512", "width": "2696", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 85\\nIt may be a long time ere he appears\\nYou can afford it wait.\\nJewels are not used for side- walks, nor\\nstars for street-paving. You may find the\\npearl in the oyster you would eat, possibly\\nat the retailers. Be sure it is a pearl before\\nyou set it. If it is precious conceal it, for\\nthere are thieves about. If it is luminous\\nhide it, for it might dazzle some one else;\\nYour friend is your own not anothers--\\nin that which makes him yours otherwise\\ngo friendless, and live with the birds, the\\nmountains and the sky. In nature some\\naspect of you is concealed, find that.", "height": "3480", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "86 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nTHE ONE THING.\\nMan wearies of everything save one. He\\nplucks the flower he has striven after, in-\\nhales its perfume and withers with it.\\nEvery thing tires him, even the most loved.\\nWhen the flame goes out, he finds ashes\\nblack and gray. No outer splendor holds\\nhis eye long. He turns wearily from the\\nvale to the mountain, and again from the\\nmountain to a star. In the face of the star\\nhe closes his eyes. He is tired, even of\\nthe smile of his loved friend. At times he\\nwould fly from it. He wearies of the days\\nof his youth He throws no kiss after them\\nHe is glad they have gone He wearies\\nof his prime and seeks to escape it, into the\\neasy chair of age. He wearies of old age,\\nand of the old clothes which alone suit it.\\nHe makes his own coffin while yet alive.\\nHe drives the nails himself, and longs to lie\\ndown therein, even before he dies. He is\\ntired surfeited with everything.", "height": "3488", "width": "2696", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 87\\nThis is the natural man, the man of\\nrhythm. He rubs off the down from the\\npeach and eats it He wins a heart to\\ntrample it All because he is tired. Be-\\ncause the demon change has told but\\nhalf his story, shutting its mouth in the\\nmidst of the tale.\\nBut the One Thing\u00e2\u0080\u0094 What of the One\\nThing Is there somewhere a bird of para-\\ndise whose feet never touch the earth Is\\nthere a gem that charms the eye to flash\\never Is there a flower that excites one to\\necstasy by its breath Is there a song that\\none sings always? Is there a land where\\nthe grass never withers Alas no. The\\nOne Thing is subtle and mighty It dwells\\nout of sight. No eye has beheld it nor ear\\nheard its voice. Philosophy Truth fas-\\ncinating as the Ideal, faithful as the Real,\\nready at all times every where to fit change\\nto change as the lapidary fits gem to gem\\nlinking incident to incident, mood to\\nmood, hour to hour, day to day, year to year\\nwith the goldsmith s art. Of IT\u00e2\u0080\u0094 This\\npower which ties and binds, holds and con-", "height": "3488", "width": "2604", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "88 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nnects, fits and matches you never weary.\\nThe mood may worry you, the day may ex-\\nhaust you, but the art to adapt and link\\nthem, is the Master Creative Art the\\nmagic power, which if once you feel, will\\nreveal the ONE THING\\nThe charm of conquering, solving, blend-\\ning, combining, is the charm of God. It is\\nthe power which adapted Earth to the Sun\\nand Venus to Mars. It is the potency\\nwhich patterns the constellations and\\nspangles the sky with starry designs. This\\nmaster power of adjusting our moods and\\nour hours one to another this art of sway-\\ning to environment, has in its essence the\\ncharm of the new The ecstasy of creation\\nThis Art is the Philosopher s own. The\\nnormal man knows nothing of it He is\\nforever tired but the Sage smiles at pros-\\nperity, and goes with it, as man does with\\nwoman even to the precipice of adversity,\\nwhere he smiles again and ties a knot He\\nhas bound the two firmly like husband and\\nwife, and he blesses them both. The Phil-\\nosopher bares his head to the gale and lets", "height": "3524", "width": "2744", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 89\\nthe wind s sharp fingers tear at his blowing\\nhair He suffers the knives of ice to prick\\nto his bones He tests himself on the grind-\\nstone of fate and finds the new.\\nEach morn a new sun peers over the bor-\\nders of dawn Each eve a new splendor\\nmelts into the bosom of the night Each\\nday is a virgin immaculate, who conceives\\nand gives birth to a Christ. A mystery\\nappalling, but sweet, challenges the Wise\\nwith each fresh beat of his heart, for to him\\nis given the One Thing the power to\\nCreate.\\nAll other men tire. They sicken with\\nthe stench of the old, the fetid, the stale.\\nThey shrink from the same dull colors and\\nshapes the picture comes back at each turn\\nof the wheel the same. They start at\\nfamiliar sounds, the shriek of the whistle,\\nthe roll of the drum the same from cradle\\nto grave the same But the Sage He\\ntouches the old A Philosopher s touch\\nas soft as the falling of snow the kiss of a\\nfriend and lo the new", "height": "3476", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "9 o SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nTHE DEVIL.\\nHe is out of fashion. He went off the\\nstage with Jonathan Edwards and men of\\nhis cult. The masters of the new\\ntheology have not fist enough to shake at\\nhis phantom, so they deny him. They stand\\nin their pulpits and preach goodness, love,\\nmusic, flowers, paradise. They believe in\\nan eternal heaven of splendors without the\\ni( great white throne. They have banished\\nthe angels and the harps, and they give you\\nNature (when she smiles). The storms they\\nignore. When the wind blows they become\\nas deaf as stones They hear nothing.\\nWhen it is cold, they sit over their church\\nfurnaces and declare it is warm. They are", "height": "3532", "width": "2752", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 91\\nas one-sided as the moon. If they have\\nanother face, they conceal it. This is\\nnamby-pamby. It is gush.\\nWe face facts. We believe that every-\\nthing has two sides. If there is an up,\\nthere is a down. If there is a white, there\\nis a black. We know very well that lilies\\nthrive in mud, and roses in decay. We have\\nseen the cat eat the mouse and the dog kill\\nthe cat. Insects destroy trees, and elephants\\ntread on worms. We are also aware that\\nman builds his ladder to fame out of dead\\nbodies, and climbs to the stars to the tune\\nof dying shrieks. The sea fish gorge them-\\nselves with one another, the air fiends in the\\nshape of birds dive out of heaven after\\nhelpless victims.\\nYou may call the Devil by whatever name\\nyou choose, evil is a fact or good could not\\nbe. We believe in the Pairs the Paral-\\nlels. Life and death go arm in arm. Pain\\nand pleasure are close linked. Heaven is\\non the verge of hell. God implies the\\nDevil. We believe he takes a thousand\\nforms, a million, a billion. He is not con-", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "92 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nfined to hoofs and claws. Like that of Good\\nhis coat is many-colored.\\nWe have told you to practice. We have\\nspoken emphatically, and you ask with\\nreason\u00e2\u0080\u0094 On what On the Devil. He\\nis the best muscle developer known. He\\ncan put you through a regular course. He\\nwill teach you to aim a straight blow and\\nhit between the eyes. To be sure you will\\nbe knocked down over and over again, but\\nget up. To lie and groan is to give him a\\nchance. You must be quick, as quick as he\\nis. You will grow as strong as a Greek\\nathlete, and be ready for the ring on all\\noccasions. He does you a good turn in giv-\\ning you the chance. In time you will glory\\nin your own strength as a young man does.\\nIn fact the Devil is mightily afraid of the\\nPhilosopher, he prefers the nervous man,\\none who loses his head.\\nPhilosophy is the bete noire of the\\nArch Fiend. He fears naught else than\\nthat. There is a smile on the Sage s lip\\nthat makes his majesty shrivel. There is a\\nsteadiness in the wise man s eye that galls", "height": "3524", "width": "2760", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 93\\neven the Devil. He is sarcastic, but the\\nPhilosopher is more so and when the fire\\nfights fire, you know the outcome.\\nSo then we accept him, as we do the other\\nside of heaven, for the inner implies the\\nouter The height the depth.", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "94 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nTHE PAIRS.\\nOne s illusions vanish one after another\\nwhat today we deem real tomorrow will be a\\ndream. We are building day after day upon\\nthe shifting sand, and the tide comes up and\\nwashes the shining bits away. Hopes\\nfondly cherished break like bubbles or drown\\nour hearts in tears.\\nBy and by our eyes will be dry, no tears\\nwill come, and we will stare dimly and\\nstraight ahead into vacancy, to see nothing,\\nnot even an illusion. Then upon all men\\nwe will smile a ghastly smile, hoping for,\\nbelieving in, wanting nothing. At this\\npoint we reverse and look in. Something\\nappears, some one, and that appearance, that\\none makes the illusion plain. This appear-", "height": "3544", "width": "2752", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 95\\nance which looks into our eyes is the Real,\\nthe everlasting mate of the Unreal.\\nHad you not dreamed Had you not suf-\\nfered Had you not sobbed on your pillow\\nat night alone alone Had you not longed\\nand longed when the stars came out Had\\nyou not begged the grass-blades to speak to\\nyou, and the leaves to whisper to you Had\\nyou not looked on the back of your friend\\nwhose eyes were turned elsewhere Had the\\nsky not rained on you, and the sea sought\\nto clutch you Had the mirage not come\\nnor the dim island faded, the Real would\\nhave failed.\\nMortal man goes on and on, plodding and\\nplodding he eats, he drinks, he sleeps,\\nalas! he does not dream. His wife makes\\nhis bed and his bread. The beasts in his\\nyard are his kin. He dies. No castle ever\\nfaded out of his sky. No bird with fire-tinted\\nwing flew over his head and the Real\\nthe face he has failed to see.\\nWhen you have drank the wine down to\\nthe dregs When the golden bowl breaks\\nWhen love flies off to the moon When", "height": "3488", "width": "2664", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nthe blood congeals and will not flow, and\\nBeauty flaunts her hair in your face, look in.\\nThe bank must need follow the fickle\\nriver, the inconstant river, but on the bank\\nthe water-rushes grow. Ah the meander-\\ning stream. Ah the constant shore and\\nthe water-rushes. When drowning in the\\ncruel river, forget not the shore and the\\nfaithful reeds. Wet and dripping you seek\\nrefuge deep within the rushes deep within\\nthe rushes.\\nDrenched in the fog of illusion you rush\\ninland and look into a pair of faithful\\neyes. I have brushed the cob-webs from\\nmine forever, the spider s web, and now I see\\nstraight to the heart of a star. But to my\\nfriend I am a mystery. Now and again he\\nhates me, and yet he loves me too. He\\nturns here and there for something better\\nhe tries to go he lies to himself, but he\\ncomes back.\\nLook well to the opposites. The Pairs\\nare faithful. The dream, the illusion, is the\\nother half of the Real. It shimmers like\\nthe light on the sea It goes and comes like", "height": "3488", "width": "2764", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 97\\nthe moon It lives and dies like ripe corn,\\nbut the arc of heaven which Iris bears in\\nher hands, overshadows her never. Iris\\nstill brings news from heaven and tells the\\ntale of Zeus.", "height": "3464", "width": "2600", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "98 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nADONAI.\\nTo invoke Adonai is to call upon that in\\nyour universe of consciousness which is\\nakin to the ecstasy of love, by no means a\\nphysical, but a purely spiritual emotion.\\nYou call out of yourself, into your conscious-\\nness, the charm and holy glamour of being.\\nYou throw yourself, by an effort of will, into\\na state where soul is manifested in its\\nbeauty, as the flowers display the sex-charm\\nof plants. You call up from the depths of\\nsoul its melody, for soul in its most gracious\\nform is music, the singing as it were of the\\nbird to its mate.\\nTo invoke Adonai is to enter the world of\\nvariety where habit is abandoned, drudgery\\nforgotten, and conventionality is no more.\\nAll things common are hid from view. It\\nis the world of form, of sound, of languor,\\nand of dream. It is the world of haze and", "height": "3488", "width": "2780", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "OF THE HER ME TICS 99\\nsplendor the illumined the shadowy.\\nHere time ceases, the past melts away, the\\nfuture is unforeshadowed.\\nYou ask, Is Adonai a spirit, a Being?\\nWe answer, there is a Being, there are\\nBeings who revel in this Paradise, who\\nhear these sounds and see these sights\\nBeings who dwell forever in a dim glory\\nsoftened by a veil such as fell over Isis\\nBeings whose sight is clouded by tears\\nof rapture, more entranced than those who\\nsmile Beings who hear voices echoing back\\nand forth along the spaces of Heaven\\nBeings who see tender colors when their\\neyes are closed, and one of them the Mystics\\ncall Adonai.\\nLife that throes and throes till each throb\\nsings Life born out of continence till every\\nnerve is thrilling with its own identity, is\\nthe spell which Adonai weaves upon him-\\nself till he twines his form in rainbows and\\nflashes light from his deep eyes, even as the\\nsun throws flame.\\nAdonis kissed too much by Venus drags\\nhis wings Adonis free soars upward.", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "ioo SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nCan we you ask, Can we as Mystics\\ninvoke Adonai We answer, unless you\\ndo, you are doomed to see, to face and\\nstruggle with the common place. Crude\\nugliness will strike you hour after hour\\nhard blows The soul of things will be\\nhid, and only the half of every story\\nwill be told Your nostrils will be greeted\\nby bad smells Your eyes with ugly sights\\nYour ears will hear revolting sounds\\nThe barren wash-day grayness of the world\\nwill stare you in the face Your friends will\\nunveil all their petty faults, the very\\npimples on their foreheads will stand out\\nThe great beyond in them will be boxed up\\nin illshaped skulls Their tongues will say\\nrough things and lap coarse food Or din-\\nary, all ordinary.\\nYou have no power to discern what\\nthey have brought to you, what they yet\\nwill bring You measure but the size\\nof their shoes, and count the spots ou their\\nclothes You have no gift for looking back\\nnor seeing far ahead You are marching in\\nthe ranks where grease and oil besmirch the", "height": "3516", "width": "2768", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS\\nhands of artisans You smell of lumber, of\\nfresh fish and blood You toil till sweat\\nsoaks through your clothes, and gazing up\\nyou think it rains.\\nYour mother is a woman who breeds and\\nnurses young Your father is a man who\\ngloats and drinks Your brothers kill live\\nthings, and laugh Your sisters stuff rag\\ndolls Your wife courts your stomach\\nAnd gnats and insects suck your blood.\\nYou have no heaven nor hell. You serve\\nthe common place.\\nBut lo how this doth change when you\\nbesiege the pearly gates of your own heart,\\nand to the half truth add the other half.\\nDoes he come in the sunlight of morning or\\nthe sunlight of evening It matters not.\\nDoes he look down from the zenith or up\\nfrom the depths What difference? Does\\nhe appear without or within Who cares\\nHe is Adonai the Beautiful With him\\nyou get the full meaning the illumination\\nthe glory. When you see him, your feet\\nscorn the earth When you hear him, you\\nanswer back.", "height": "3488", "width": "2608", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "102 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nVenus adores and yet fears Him, for lie\\nscatters light as lie moves, and the flashes\\nheat and thrill you. His countenance\\nbeams even though veiled, and his eyes\\npierce and transfix you. All things seen\\nthrough the mist of him are beautiful.\\nBeside each leaf on the tree is another like\\nsilver, which the sun turns to gold.\\nTo invoke Adonai is not always to bring\\nhim. Oft times he is taken by force like\\nthe kingdom of heaven. If he will not come\\nby your wooing, plunge down in yourself\\nand drag him out of the depths, for he may\\nbe asleep.\\nBeware of the common place. Better\\nlook into heaven one moment and down into\\nhell the next, than to set your house in\\nstrict order, starch up your linen, and eat\\nfor the palate.\\nBeware of the common place That\\nmood where you yawn and stretch, and hunt\\nout your aches and pains as old people do,\\nwho gloat over sores and decay. Beware of\\nscavengers, buzzards and flies.", "height": "3524", "width": "2768", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "OF 1HE HERMETICS 103\\nMAGIC.\\nYou may follow Christianity to the yawn-\\ning grave, you may suck the breast of\\nBuddhism dry, and yet miss Magic an\\nAphrodite poising on the foam of the sea.\\nThe magician can subtract glamour\\nfrom the heart of things he can manipu-\\nlate combinations he can balance on foam.\\nOut of himself comes a magnetism which\\nenvelops and transforms environment. As\\nlove turns hell into heaven, so the magician\\nplays at his art.\\nNature covers the woman s skeleton with\\nvoluptuous curves of flesh She spreads a\\npond of slime with water-lilies She bids\\nexquisite ferns to peep from ghastly crevices\\nShe paints the sky at the brink of the\\ndesert sometimes when the mood is on", "height": "3488", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "104 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nher sometimes. She touches up the vul-\\nture in the empyrean, till he has the majesty\\nof a heaven sent messenger She glitters in\\nthe purity of the gull till he rivals a white-\\nthroated angel On winter she breathes, and\\nbrings hot splendor out of snow and fire out\\nof ice.\\nMagic never goes naked She is as real\\nas the soul of woman, but she drapes herself\\nas did Isis. Her eyes look at you through\\nthe veil of her hair her limbs gleam but\\nfrom the meshes of a net She has the art\\nof the spider she catches and holds, but\\nunlike it she never devours you.\\nHer food is the pollen of flowers, her drink\\nis the dew on their breasts.\\nTruth is truth, but she is sometimes non-\\ncommital. Whatever she bestows is one\\naspect of her not all. Veiled in glamour\\nshe gives you her smile, and bewitches,\\ntantalizes, lures, and bewilders. Her form\\nis clear-cut and awful, like the scars on the\\nbrow of Olympus, but her smile is myriad\\nand seen through a veil.\\nMystery and Magic are some way related.", "height": "3516", "width": "2620", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 105\\nThe half known transfixes yon its spell\\npierces you, like the glance of a wise man s\\neyes. The mystery of the moon is in Magic\\nThe side which you wonder about is the\\nhalf that charms. If the satellite turned,\\nLove s dream would vanish.\\nWe hear strange rumors of Adepts in\\nThibet and the fakirs in India. We have\\nread fairy tales about the miracles of Christ,\\nand the wonder working of Mahomet. We\\nare familiar with the account of the birth of\\nGautama, and the magic of Moses. In the\\nface of it all we would tell you, that this is\\nas the blowing of a soap bubble compared\\nwith the mystery of the seed or the passion\\nof the plant.\\nNature is a hypnotist and a magician.\\nShe arrests the busy man in his round of\\nwork, and holds him spell-bound before a\\ngrowing grass blade She stops the devotee\\nof science on his road to fame, and bewitches\\nhim with the remains of a mastodon She\\nglitters in the scalpel of the surgeon, and\\nflashes on the edge of the dissecting knife\\nShe rouges the consumptive s cheek, and", "height": "3488", "width": "2608", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "106 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\ntantalizes Esculapius with microbes She\\ntempts the diver to risk the jaws of the\\nshark, and tnrns the ills of the oyster into\\npearls She foils the explorer with her\\nNorth Pole, and entices the aeronaut to a\\npitiful rivalry with the chick-a-dee.\\nThe poet is her victim par excellence.\\nHe sees things through the mist of his own\\neyes a trait from nature by the terrible law\\nof heredity. He is eternally hypnotized and\\nwalks about in a dream. Nature s spell is\\non him from birth to death, and he, as her\\ntrue child, shines by his own light. He is\\nnot a planet but a lesser sun, that warms\\nitself at its own fire. He generates heat and\\nradiates it from his eyes and fingers. Cold\\npeople sit at his feet, as beggars lie out in\\nthe light. The rabble follow him as the\\npoor followed Christ. They touch his skirts\\nand warm their bodies in electric heat. Like\\nthe magician of India, he draws an ignorant\\ncrowd, who know nothing except that he is\\nwarm. Each word of his is a spark, which\\nsets something on fire. He is rich with\\nsmiles, that tickle the half-dead nerves, and", "height": "3528", "width": "2620", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 107\\nmetaphors that shock the heart to renewed\\nlife. He moves in a glory like the column\\nof fire, and he casts a shadow like the fallen\\ncloud. He is Ariel captured by Earth. He\\nis a god wedded to woman.\\nBut what of Venus Urania, who makes\\nmatches in heaven, and kindles her heart\\nat the shrine of Vesta. What of the love\\nthat blends souls rather than bodies, and\\ncreates her children in celestial spaces on\\nthe down pillows of ether What of the\\nsplendor of Eden, when the gods walked in\\nthe garden, and the serpent lay hid in the\\nglitter of his own skin Even yet magic\\neyes sweep the horizon, where the sky lies\\nsoftly on the breast of the sea. Even yet,\\non the altar of Vesta, burn the sacred fires.\\nEven yet, the loves of paradise hold the sun\\nin its place and the moon.\\nWould you know the art of Magic?\\nWould you discover the magician in your-\\nself and wake him out of sleep Retire\\nwithin, far back, away from things seen by\\nthe natural eye and the long-lashed lids\\nof a spirit s orbs will unloose when, lo", "height": "3488", "width": "2596", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108 SOME PHILOSOPHY\\nthe land of dream the realm of memories\\nstored by the ages in you. But look still\\nfarther back, to the magic region of ice and\\nstorm and snow, when the world, like a cold\\ncorpse, lay wrapt in her icy shroud you,\\nyou were there. Or into those tropic regions\\nwhere strange plants grew, watered by mists,\\nheated by a seething immensity of sun\\nyou were there. Or, if your eyes weary\\nwith wonder, and the fringed lids drop,\\nlisten Hark with the ears of a spirit\\nbackward down the aeons of time. Listen\\nto the crashing of the avalanches of the\\nterrible ice period, when chaos roared as the\\ncaptain shouts in a storm at sea. Listen to\\nthe strange note of a long-lost bird that\\nlived in the days of a terrible sun. Listen\\nto the voice which spoke to you, ere Christ\\ntraveled the banks of the Galilee, or Caesar\\nmastered the spirit of Rome. is speak-\\ning still.\\nMagic Away with the fakir fraud, who\\ngives you a lie for a paradox while truth is\\ntruth. Away with the mummery of a false\\nact and a sham occultism while the Phil-", "height": "3524", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "somephilosophyof00hatc_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "OF THE HERMETICS 109\\nosopher s stone exists. Away with the\\ndevil s cauldron or the craft of priests\\nwhile the great laboratory of nature, manipu-\\nlated by the witches of science, is seething\\nwith the heat of divine alchemy.\\nWould you be a magician, stir up the\\nsmoldering coals at your own fireside.\\nBegin to burn. Feel your blood hot in your\\nveins. Warm yourself with memories of\\nsun-tinted dreams. 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