the six enneads-第14章

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ng　the　rank　of　Ideal…Principle　to　the　other　elements；　making　ever　upwards；　the　subtlest　and　sprightliest　of　all　bodies；　as　very　near　to　the　unembodied；　itself　alone　admitting　no　other；　all　the　others　penetrated　by　it：　for　they　take　warmth　but　this　is　never　cold；　it　has　colour　primally；　they　receive　the　Form　of　colour　from　it：　hence　the　splendour　of　its　light；　the　splendour　that　belongs　to　the　Idea。　And　all　that　has　resisted　and　is　but　uncertainly　held　by　its　light　remains　outside　of　beauty；　as　not　having　absorbed　the　plenitude　of　the　Form　of　colour。　　　　　And　harmonies　unheard　in　sound　create　the　harmonies　we　hear；　and　wake　the　soul　to　the　consciousness　of　beauty；　showing　it　the　one　essence　in　another　kind：　for　the　measures　of　our　sensible　music　are　not　arbitrary　but　are　determined　by　the　Principle　whose　labour　is　to　dominate　Matter　and　bring　pattern　into　being。　　　　　Thus　far　of　the　beauties　of　the　realm　of　sense；　images　and　shadow…pictures；　fugitives　that　have　entered　into　Matter…　to　adorn；　and　to　ravish；　where　they　are　seen。　　　　　4。　But　there　are　earlier　and　loftier　beauties　than　these。　In　the　sense…bound　life　we　are　no　longer　granted　to　know　them；　but　the　soul；　taking　no　help　from　the　organs；　sees　and　proclaims　them。　To　the　vision　of　these　we　must　mount；　leaving　sense　to　its　own　low　place。　　　　　As　it　is　not　for　those　to　speak　of　the　graceful　forms　of　the　material　world　who　have　never　seen　them　or　known　their　grace…　men　born　blind；　let　us　suppose…　in　the　same　way　those　must　be　silent　upon　the　beauty　of　noble　conduct　and　of　learning　and　all　that　order　who　have　never　cared　for　such　things；　nor　may　those　tell　of　the　splendour　of　virtue　who　have　never　known　the　face　of　Justice　and　of　Moral…Wisdom　beautiful　beyond　the　beauty　of　Evening　and　of　dawn。　　　　　Such　vision　is　for　those　only　who　see　with　the　Soul's　sight…　and　at　the　vision；　they　will　rejoice；　and　awe　will　fall　upon　them　and　a　trouble　deeper　than　all　the　rest　could　ever　stir；　for　now　they　are　moving　in　the　realm　of　Truth。　　　　　This　is　the　spirit　that　Beauty　must　ever　induce；　wonderment　and　a　delicious　trouble；　longing　and　love　and　a　trembling　that　is　all　delight。　For　the　unseen　all　this　may　be　felt　as　for　the　seen；　and　this　the　Souls　feel　for　it；　every　soul　in　some　degree；　but　those　the　more　deeply　that　are　the　more　truly　apt　to　this　higher　love…　just　as　all　take　delight　in　the　beauty　of　the　body　but　all　are　not　stung　as　sharply；　and　those　only　that　feel　the　keener　wound　are　known　as　Lovers。　　　　　5。　These　Lovers；　then；　lovers　of　the　beauty　outside　of　sense；　must　be　made　to　declare　themselves。　　　　　What　do　you　feel　in　presence　of　the　grace　you　discern　in　actions；　in　manners；　in　sound　morality；　in　all　the　works　and　fruits　of　virtue；　in　the　beauty　of　souls？　When　you　see　that　you　yourselves　are　beautiful　within；　what　do　you　feel？　What　is　this　Dionysiac　exultation　that　thrills　through　your　being；　this　straining　upwards　of　all　your　Soul；　this　longing　to　break　away　from　the　body　and　live　sunken　within　the　veritable　self？　　　　　These　are　no　other　than　the　emotions　of　Souls　under　the　spell　of　love。　　　　　But　what　is　it　that　awakens　all　this　passion？　No　shape；　no　colour；　no　grandeur　of　mass：　all　is　for　a　Soul；　something　whose　beauty　rests　upon　no　colour；　for　the　moral　wisdom　the　Soul　enshrines　and　all　the　other　hueless　splendour　of　the　virtues。　It　is　that　you　find　in　yourself；　or　admire　in　another；　loftiness　of　spirit；　righteousness　of　life；　disciplined　purity；　courage　of　the　majestic　face；　gravity；　modesty　that　goes　fearless　and　tranquil　and　passionless；　and；　shining　down　upon　all；　the　light　of　god…like　Intellection。　　　　　All　these　noble　qualities　are　to　be　reverenced　and　loved；　no　doubt；　but　what　entitles　them　to　be　called　beautiful？　　　　　They　exist：　they　manifest　themselves　to　us：　anyone　that　sees　them　must　admit　that　they　have　reality　of　Being；　and　is　not　Real…Being；　really　beautiful？　　　　　But　we　have　not　yet　shown　by　what　property　in　them　they　have　wrought　the　Soul　to　loveliness：　what　is　this　grace；　this　splendour　as　of　Light；　resting　upon　all　the　virtues？　　　　　Let　us　take　the　contrary；　the　ugliness　of　the　Soul；　and　set　that　against　its　beauty：　to　understand；　at　once；　what　this　ugliness　is　and　how　it　comes　to　appear　in　the　Soul　will　certainly　open　our　way　before　us。　　　　　Let　us　then　suppose　an　ugly　Soul；　dissolute；　unrighteous：　teeming　with　all　the　lusts；　torn　by　internal　discord；　beset　by　the　fears　of　its　cowardice　and　the　envies　of　its　pettiness；　thinking；　in　the　little　thought　it　has；　only　of　the　perish　able　and　the　base；　perverse　in　all　its　the　friend　of　unclean　pleasures；　living　the　life　of　abandonment　to　bodily　sensation　and　delighting　in　its　deformity。　　　　　What　must　we　think　but　that　all　this　shame　is　something　that　has　gathered　about　the　Soul；　some　foreign　bane　outraging　it；　soiling　it；　so　that；　encumbered　with　all　manner　of　turpitude；　it　has　no　longer　a　clean　activity　or　a　clean　sensation；　but　commands　only　a　life　smouldering　dully　under　the　crust　of　evil；　that；　sunk　in　manifold　death；　it　no　longer　sees　what　a　Soul　should　see；　may　no　longer　rest　in　its　own　being；　dragged　ever　as　it　is　towards　the　outer；　the　lower；　the　dark？　　　　　An　unclean　thing；　I　dare　to　say；　flickering　hither　and　thither　at　the　call　of　objects　of　sense；　deeply　infected　with　the　taint　of　body；　occupied　always　in　Matter；　and　absorbing　Matter　into　itself；　in　its　commerce　with　the　Ignoble　it　has　trafficked　away　for　an　alien　nature　its　own　essential　Idea。　　　　　If　a　man　has　been　immersed　in　filth　or　daubed　with　mud　his　native　comeliness　disappears　and　all　that　is　seen　is　the　foul　stuff　besmearing　him：　his　ugly　condition　is　due　to　alien　matter　that　has　encrusted　him；　and　if　he　is　to　win　back　his　grace　it　must　be　his　business　to　scour　and　purify　himself　and　make　himself　what　he　was。　　　　　So；　we　may　justly　say；　a　Soul　becomes　ugly…　by　something　foisted　upon　it；　by　sinking　itself　into　the　alien；　by　a　fall；　a　descent　into　body；　into　Matter。　The　dishonour　of　the　Soul　is　in　its　ceasing　to　be　clean　and　apart。　Gold　is　degraded　when　it　is　mixed　with　earthy　particles；　if　these　be　worked　out；　the　gold　is　left　and　is　beautiful；　isolated　from　all　that　is　foreign；　gold　with　gold　alone。　And　so　the　Soul；　let　it　be　but　cleared　of　the　desires　that　come　by　its　too　intimate　converse　with　the　body；　emancipated　from　all　the　passions；　purged　of　all　that　embodiment　has　thrust　upon　it；　withdrawn；　a　solitary；　to　itself　again…　in　that　moment　the　ugliness　that　came　only　from　the　alien　is　stripped　away。　　　　　6。　For；　as　the　ancient　teaching　was；　moral…discipline　and　courage　and　every　virtue；　not　even　excepting　Wisdom　itself；　all　is　purification。　　　　　Hence　the　Mysteries　with　good　reason　adumbrate　the　immersion　of　the　unpurified　in　filth；　even　in　the　Nether…World；　since　the　unclean　loves　filth　for　its　very　filthiness；　and　swine　foul　of　body　find　their　joy　in　foulness。　　　　　What　else　is　Sophrosyne；　rightly　so…called；　but　to　take　no　part　in　the　pleasures　of　the　body；　to　break　away　from　them　as　unclean　and　unworthy　of　the　clean？　So　too；　Courage　is　but　being　fearless　of　the　death　which　is　but　the　parting　of　the　Soul　from　the　body；　an　event　which　no　one　can　dread　whose　delight　is　to　be　his　unmingled　self。　And　Magnanimity　is　but　disregard　for　the　lure　of　things　here。　And　Wisdom　is　but　the　Act　of　the　Intellectual…Principle　withdrawn　from　the　lower　places　and　leading　the　Soul　to　the　Above。　　　　　The　Soul　thus　cleansed　is　all　Idea　and　Reason；　wholly　free　of　body；　intellective；　entirely　of　that　divine　order　from　which　the　wellspring　of　Beauty　rises　and　all　the　race　of　Beauty。　　　　　Hence　the　Soul　heightened　to　the　Intellectual…Principle　is　beautiful　to　all　its　power。　For　Intellection　and　all　that　proceeds　from　Intellection　are　the　Soul's　beauty；　a　graciousness　native　to　it　and　not　foreign；　for　only　with　these　is　it　truly　Soul。　And　it　is　just　to　say　that　in　the　Soul's　becoming　a　good　and　beautiful　thing　is　its　becoming　like　to　God；　for　from　the　Divine　comes　all　the　Beauty　and　all　the　Good　in　beings。　　　　　We　may　even　say　that　Beauty　is　the　Authentic…Existents　and　Ugliness　is　the　Principle　contrary　to　Existence：　and　the　Ugly　is　also　the　primal　evil；　therefore　its　contrary　is　at　once　good　and　beautiful；　or　is　Good　and　Beauty：　and　hence　the　one　method　will　discover　to　us　the　Beauty…Good