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ay to be _There_！ Next to clap on your other felt； and； simply by wishing that you were _Anywhen_； straightway to be _Then_！ This were indeed the grander： shooting at will from the Fire…Creation of the World to its Fire…Consummation； here historically present in the First Century； conversing face to face with Paul and Seneca； there prophetically in the Thirty…first； conversing also face to face with other Pauls and Senecas； who as yet stand hidden in the depth of that late Time！
〃Or thinkest thou it were impossible； unimaginable？ Is the Past annihilated； then； or only past； is the Future non…extant； or only future？ Those mystic faculties of thine； Memory and Hope； already answer： already through those mystic avenues； thou the Earth…blinded summonest both Past and Future； and communest with them； though as yet darkly； and with mute beckonings。 The curtains of Yesterday drop down； the curtains of To…morrow roll up； but Yesterday and To…morrow both _are_。 Pierce through the Time…element； glance into the Eternal。 Believe what thou findest written in the sanctuaries of Man's Soul； even as all Thinkers； in all ages； have devoutly read it there： that Time and Space are not God； but creations of God； that with God as it is a universal HERE； so is it an everlasting Now。
〃And seest thou therein any glimpse of IMMORTALITY？O Heaven！ Is the white Tomb of our Loved One； who died from our arms； and had to be left behind us there； which rises in the distance； like a pale； mournfully receding Milestone； to tell how many toilsome uncheered miles we have journeyed on alone；but a pale spectral Illusion！ Is the lost Friend still mysteriously Here； even as we are Here mysteriously； with God！know of a truth that only the Time…shadows have perished； or are perishable； that the real Being of whatever was； and whatever is； and whatever will be； is even now and forever。 This； should it unhappily seem new； thou mayest ponder at thy leisure； for the next twenty years； or the next twenty centuries： believe it thou must； understand it thou canst not。
〃That the Thought…forms； Space and Time； wherein； once for all； we are sent into this Earth to live； should condition and determine our whole Practical reasonings； conceptions； and imagings or imaginings； seems altogether fit； just； and unavoidable。 But that they should； furthermore； usurp such sway over pure spiritual Meditation； and blind us to the wonder everywhere lying close on us； seems nowise so。 Admit Space and Time to their due rank as Forms of Thought； nay even； if thou wilt； to their quite undue rank of Realities： and consider； then； with thyself how their thin disguises hide from us the brightest God…effulgences！ Thus； were it not miraculous； could I stretch forth my hand and clutch the Sun？ Yet thou seest me daily stretch forth my hand and therewith clutch many a thing； and swing it hither and thither。 Art thou a grown baby； then； to fancy that the Miracle lies in miles of distance； or in pounds avoirdupois of weight； and not to see that the true inexplicable God…revealing Miracle lies in this； that I can stretch forth my hand at all； that I have free Force to clutch aught therewith？ Innumerable other of this sort are the deceptions； and wonder…hiding stupefactions； which Space practices on us。
〃Still worse is it with regard to Time。 Your grand anti…magician； and universal wonder…hider； is this same lying Time。 Had we but the Time…annihilating Hat； to put on for once only； we should see ourselves in a World of Miracles； wherein all fabled or authentic Thaumaturgy； and feats of Magic； were outdone。 But unhappily we have not such a Hat； and man； poor fool that he is； can seldom and scantily help himself without one。
〃Were it not wonderful； for instance； had Orpheus； or Amphion； built the walls of Thebes by the mere sound of his Lyre？ Yet tell me； Who built these walls of Weissnichtwo； summoning out all the sandstone rocks； to dance along from the _Steinbruch_ （now a huge Troglodyte Chasm； with frightful green…mantled pools）； and shape themselves into Doric and Ionic pillars； squared ashlar houses and noble streets？ Was it not the still higher Orpheus； or Orpheuses； who； in past centuries； by the divine Music of Wisdom； succeeded in civilizing Man？ Our highest Orpheus walked in Judea； eighteen hundred years ago： his sphere…melody； flowing in wild native tones； took captive the ravished souls of men； and； being of a truth sphere…melody； still flows and sounds； though now with thousand…fold accompaniments； and rich symphonies； through all our hearts； and modulates； and divinely leads them。 Is that a wonder； which happens in two hours； and does it cease to be wonderful if happening in two million？ Not only was Thebes built by the music of an Orpheus； but without the music of some inspired Orpheus was no city ever built； no work that man glories in ever done。
〃Sweep away the Illusion of Time； glance； if thou have eyes； from the near moving…cause to its far distant Mover： The stroke that came transmitted through a whole galaxy of elastic balls； was it less a stroke than if the last ball only had been struck； and sent flying？ Oh； could I （with the Time…annihilating Hat） transport thee direct from the Beginnings； to the Endings； how were thy eyesight unsealed； and thy heart set flaming in the Light…sea of celestial wonder！ Then sawest thou that this fair Universe； were it in the meanest province thereof； is in very deed the star…domed City of God； that through every star； through every grass…blade； and most through every Living Soul； the glory of a present God still beams。 But Nature； which is the Time…vesture of God； and reveals Him to the wise； hides Him from the foolish。
〃Again； could anything be more miraculous than an actual authentic Ghost？ The English Johnson longed； all his life； to see one； but could not； though he went to Cock Lane； and thence to the church…vaults； and tapped on coffins。 Foolish Doctor！ Did he never； with the mind's eye as well as with the body's； look round him into that full tide of human Life he so loved； did he never so much as look into Himself？ The good Doctor was a Ghost； as actual and authentic as heart could wish； well…nigh a million of Ghosts were travelling the streets by his side。 Once more I say； sweep away the illusion of Time； compress the threescore years into three minutes： what else was he； what else are we？ Are we not Spirits； that are shaped into a body； into an Appearance； and that fade away again into air and Invisibility？ This is no metaphor； it is a simple scientific _fact_： we start out of Nothingness； take figure； and are Apparitions； round us； as round the veriest spectre； is Eternity； and to Eternity minutes are as years and aeons。 Come there not tones of Love and Faith； as from celestial harp…strings； like the Song of beatified Souls？ And again； do not we squeak and gibber （in our discordant； screech…owlish debatings and recriminatings）； and glide bodeful； and feeble； and fearful； or uproar （_poltern_）； and revel in our mad Dance of the Dead；till the scent of the morning air summons us to our still Home； and dreamy Night becomes awake and Day？ Where now is Alexander of Macedon： does the steel Host； that yelled in fierce battle…shouts at Issus and Arbela； remain behind him； or have they all vanished utterly； even as perturbed Goblins must？ Napoleon too； and his Moscow Retreats and Austerlitz Campaigns！ Was it all other than the veriest Spectre…hunt； which has now； with its howling tumult that made Night hideous； flitted away？ Ghosts！ There are nigh a thousand million walking the Earth openly at noontide； some half…hundred have vanished from it； some half…hundred have arisen in it； ere thy watch ticks once。
〃O Heaven； it is mysterious； it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him； but are； in very deed； Ghosts！ These Limbs； whence had we them； this stormy Force； this life…blood with its burning Passion？ They are dust and shadow； a Shadow…system gathered round our ME： wherein； through some moments or years； the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh。 That warrior on his strong war…horse； fire flashes through his eyes； force dwells in his arm and heart： but warrior and war…horse are a vision； a revealed Force； nothing more。 Stately they tread the Earth； as if it were a firm substance： fool！ the Earth is but a film； it cracks in twain； and warrior and war…horse sink beyond plummet's sounding。 Plummet's？ Fantasy herself will not follow them。 A little while ago； they were not； a little while； and they are not； their very ashes are not。
〃So has it been from the beginning； so will it be to the end。 Generation after generation takes to itself the Form of a Body； and forth issuing from Cimmerian Night； on Heaven's mission APPEARS。 What Force and Fire is in each he expends： one grinding in the mill of Industry； one hunter…like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science； one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife； in war with his fellow：and then the Heaven…sent is recalled； his earthly Vesture falls away； and soon even to Sense becomes a vanished Shadow。 Thus； like some wild…flaming； wild…thundering train of Heaven's Artillery； does this myster