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ne。 Meanwhile； the question of questions were： What specially is a Miracle？ To that Dutch King of Siam； an icicle had been a miracle； whoso had carried with him an air…pump； and vial of vitriolic ether； might have worked a miracle。 To my Horse； again； who unhappily is still more unscientific； do not I work a miracle； and magical '_Open sesame_！_'_ every time I please to pay twopence； and open for him an impassable _Schlagbaum_； or shut Turnpike？
〃'But is not a real Miracle simply a violation of the Laws of Nature？' ask several。 Whom I answer by this new question： What are the Laws of Nature？ To me perhaps the rising of one from the dead were no violation of these Laws； but a confirmation； were some far deeper Law； now first penetrated into； and by Spiritual Force； even as the rest have all been； brought to bear on us with its Material Force。
〃Here too may some inquire； not without astonishment： On what ground shall one； that can make Iron swim； come and declare that therefore he can teach Religion？ To us； truly； of the Nineteenth Century； such declaration were inept enough； which nevertheless to our fathers； of the First Century； was full of meaning。
〃'But is it not the deepest Law of Nature that she be constant？' cries an illuminated class： 'Is not the Machine of the Universe fixed to move by unalterable rules？' Probable enough； good friends： nay I； too； must believe that the God； whom ancient inspired men assert to be 'without variableness or shadow of turning；' does indeed never change； that Nature； that the Universe； which no one whom it so pleases can be prevented from calling a Machine； does move by the most unalterable rules。 And now of you； too； I make the old inquiry： What those same unalterable rules； forming the complete Statute…Book of Nature； may possibly be？
〃They stand written in our Works of Science； say you； in the accumulated records of Man's Experience？Was Man with his Experience present at the Creation； then； to see how it all went on？ Have any deepest scientific individuals yet dived down to the foundations of the Universe； and gauged everything there？ Did the Maker take them into His counsel； that they read His ground…plan of the incomprehensible All； and can say； This stands marked therein； and no more than this？ Alas； not in anywise！ These scientific individuals have been nowhere but where we also are； have seen some hand breadths deeper than we see into the Deep that is infinite； without bottom as without shore。
〃Laplace's Book on the Stars； wherein he exhibits that certain Planets； with their Satellites； gyrate round our worthy Sun； at a rate and in a course； which； by greatest good fortune； he and the like of him have succeeded in detecting；is to me as precious as to another。 But is this what thou namest 'Mechanism of the Heavens；' and 'System of the World；' this； wherein Sirius and the Pleiades； and all Herschel's Fifteen thousand Suns per minute； being left out； some paltry handful of Moons； and inert Balls； had beenlooked at； nick…named； and marked in the Zodiacal Way…bill； so that we can now prate of their Whereabout； their How； their Why； their What； being hid from us； as in the signless Inane？
〃System of Nature！ To the wisest man； wide as is his vision； Nature remains of quite _infinite_ depth； of quite infinite expansion； and all Experience thereof limits itself to some few computed centuries and measured square…miles。 The course of Nature's phases； on this our little fraction of a Planet； is partially known to us： but who knows what deeper courses these depend on； what infinitely larger Cycle （of causes） our little Epicycle revolves on？ To the Minnow every cranny and pebble； and quality and accident； of its little native Creek may have become familiar： but does the Minnow understand the Ocean Tides and periodic Currents； the Trade…winds； and Monsoons； and Moon's Eclipses； by all which the condition of its little Creek is regulated； and may； from time to time （unmiraculously enough）； be quite overset and reversed？ Such a minnow is Man； his Creek this Planet Earth； his Ocean the immeasurable All； his Monsoons and periodic Currents the mysterious Course of Providence through AEons of AEons。
〃We speak of the Volume of Nature： and truly a Volume it is；whose Author and Writer is God。 To read it！ Dost thou； does man； so much as well know the Alphabet thereof？ With its Words； Sentences； and grand descriptive Pages； poetical and philosophical； spread out through Solar Systems； and Thousands of Years； we shall not try thee。 It is a Volume written in celestial hieroglyphs； in the true Sacred…writing； of which even Prophets are happy that they can read here a line and there a line。 As for your Institutes； and Academies of Science； they strive bravely； and； from amid the thick…crowded； inextricably intertwisted hieroglyphic writing； pick out； by dexterous combination； some Letters in the vulgar Character； and therefrom put together this and the other economic Recipe； of high avail in Practice。 That Nature is more than some boundless Volume of such Recipes； or huge； well…nigh inexhaustible Domestic…Cookery Book； of which the whole secret will in this manner one day evolve itself； the fewest dream。
〃Custom；〃 continues the Professor； 〃doth make dotards of us all。 Consider well； thou wilt find that Custom is the greatest of Weavers； and weaves air…raiment for all the Spirits of the Universe； whereby indeed these dwell with us visibly； as ministering servants； in our houses and workshops； but their spiritual nature becomes； to the most； forever hidden。 Philosophy complains that Custom has hoodwinked us； from the first； that we do everything by Custom； even Believe by it； that our very Axioms； let us boast of Free…thinking as we may； are oftenest simply such Beliefs as we have never heard questioned。 Nay； what is Philosophy throughout but a continual battle against Custom； an ever…renewed effort to _transcend_ the sphere of blind Custom； and so become Transcendental？
〃Innumerable are the illusions and legerdemain…tricks of Custom： but of all these； perhaps the cleverest is her knack of persuading us that the Miraculous； by simple repetition； ceases to be Miraculous。 True； it is by this means we live； for man must work as well as wonder： and herein is Custom so far a kind nurse； guiding him to his true benefit。 But she is a fond foolish nurse； or rather we are false foolish nurslings； when； in our resting and reflecting hours； we prolong the same deception。 Am I to view the Stupendous with stupid indifference； because I have seen it twice； or two hundred； or two million times？ There is no reason in Nature or in Art why I should： unless； indeed； I am a mere Work…Machine； for whom the divine gift of Thought were no other than the terrestrial gift of Steam is to the Steam…engine； a power whereby cotton might be spun； and money and money's worth realized。
〃Notable enough too； here as elsewhere； wilt thou find the potency of Names； which indeed are but one kind of such custom…woven； wonder…hiding Garments。 Witchcraft； and all manner of Spectre…work； and Demonology； we have now named Madness； and Diseases of the Nerves。 Seldom reflecting that still the new question comes upon us： What is Madness； what are Nerves？ Ever； as before； does Madness remain a mysterious…terrific； altogether _infernal_ boiling…up of the Nether Chaotic Deep； through this fair…painted Vision of Creation； which swims thereon； which we name the Real。 Was Luther's Picture of the Devil less a Reality； whether it were formed within the bodily eye； or without it？ In every the wisest Soul lies a whole world of internal Madness； an authentic Demon…Empire； out of which； indeed； his world of Wisdom has been creatively built together； and now rests there； as on its dark foundations does a habitable flowery Earth rind。
〃But deepest of all illusory Appearances； for hiding Wonder； as for many other ends； are your two grand fundamental world…enveloping Appearances； SPACE and TIME。 These； as spun and woven for us from before Birth itself； to clothe our celestial ME for dwelling here； and yet to blind it；lie all…embracing； as the universal canvas； or warp and woof； whereby all minor Illusions； in this Phantasm Existence； weave and paint themselves。 In vain； while here on Earth； shall you endeavor to strip them off； you can； at best； but rend them asunder for moments； and look through。
〃Fortunatus had a wishing Hat； which when he put on； and wished himself Anywhere； behold he was There。 By this means had Fortunatus triumphed over Space； he had annihilated Space； for him there was no Where； but all was Here。 Were a Hatter to establish himself； in the Wahngasse of Weissnichtwo； and make felts of this sort for all mankind； what a world we should have of it！ Still stranger； should； on the opposite side of the street； another Hatter establish himself； and； as his fellow…craftsman made Space…annihilating Hats； make Time…annihilating！ Of both would I purchase； were it with my last groschen； but chiefly of this latter。 To clap on your felt； and； simply by wishing that you were Anywhere； straightway to be _There_！ Next to clap on your other felt； and； simply by wishing that you were _Anywhen_；