sartor resartus-第51章
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his 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_； 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
